Sushi Surplus

Becky (my housemate) and I had a marvelous munch-fest yesterday evening involving raw fish at Ichiban (by UIC). All-you-can-eat can be very dangerous, and we were determined to get our money's worth.

Between the two of us, we polished off 9 maki. Our unanimous favorite was The Golden Dragon (shrimp tempura topped with eel and avocado).

Near the end of our gastronomical journey I declared, "I'm going to need a pair of sweat pants."

"Ugh, I'm just going to lie around naked and sweat it out... That's what people who eat Cheetos do! They sit around naked, eating Cheetos, sweating and smelling their belly buttons!"

Laughter was getting to be painful.

After paying and leaving, we decided we would need to walk around a bit before attempting to drive back to the apartment.

"Oooooh! We're going too fast! Slow down!" cried Becky.

"Me? I feel like I'm sprinting to keep up with you.....I think I need to take a break between each step."

Crossing the street, which had to be done at a normal-to-brick pace, was even more miserable than laughing.

"Huuuugghhh, I can hardly breathe. I wonder if this is what women feel like when they're 7 months pregnant and the baby is all up in their diaphragm," I groaned.

When we got back home, we had no option but to just crash and sleep it off.

It was past noon today before I finally started to feel even slightly hungry again.

At the time, I thought it might be a while before I was willing to eat sushi again, but it turns out that as I was thinking about the Golden Dragon tonight, my mouth started watering. I'll probably be ready for more by Tuesday.

But not 5 pounds of it.