I need like one of those "__ days without incident" signs but for drinking. 463 days without throwing up/blacking out, but Saturday brought me back down to 0.
Saturday also saw me breaking my no eat out rule because I had no choice while wandering the streets of SF with Kyle and Riley, but Good Good Culture Club was worth.
chilled dungeoness crab - red curry coco, crispy rice, sunflower seeds, asparagus, smoked trout roe
crying tiger shrimp salad - coconut makrut cream, cucumber, crispy butter beans, serrano
scallion bun - smoked beef belly, house hoisin, daikon kimchi, golden sesame
pandan espresso martini - vodka, barley shochu, espresso, espresso liqueur, pandan, brown sugar
I have to assume my evening was set to spiral when I really only had sourdough bread [made using kimchi water!] and cake [blueberry ume!] for lunch and deliciously light salads for dinner (+1/3 of a falafel wrap). Things I remember: dancing with strangers and babbling drunkenly. Things I don't remember: how we got home and where the two selfies on my phone were taken.
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So naturally Sunday was self loathing hangover day. During which I vowed yet again to never drink again. Missed parade activity, lunch popup, ceramics studio time, and/or making a milk bread for pb&js. Dammit being hungover really ruins your whole weekend.
I wallowed in my blanket burrito until 5p for one of many send off parties for Kevin - tonight, firepit edition, complete with over charred duck and oyster mushrooms (and mochi muffins).
Perturbed by Kevin's pb&j etiquette. And now, I need to figure out how to use up the rest of my little jars of peanut butters.
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Got a welcome break for having to feed myself for dinner today because Trang made bun rieu.
emptied items:
1 jar chili oil
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