Dear Jesus, Do You Need a Drink of Water More Than Me?

So Tuesday night we did indeed go out to dinner with my relatives.
It was a very brief visit, but nice anyway.
We went to a nice steakhouse (like The Keg but better) where our server looked like Gary Oldman. I almost offered the bastard my meal.
I had a glass of white zinfandel and a glass of water to drink. First came salad and bread. House salad with their house dressing of garlic ranch, which probably came out of a Kraft bottle. Don't get me wrong, it was VERY good.
For dinner I had quite a large New York strip with garlic mashed potatoes. I don't know how many ounces my steak was, but I can tell you it was in the shape of Florida. It was VERY thick, which I wasn't expecting, but welcomed. Now, I ordered my meat Medium, which I've never done before. My reasoning was that just about everyone at the table ordered theirs Medium as well, and didn't want everyone to have to wait longer on account of me. Oddly enough, I think my meat was cooked Medium Rare because it was quite pink and mine was the only one that bled onto my plate. It was good though.
And I'm quite proud of myself for eating only about half of my entree and taking the rest home (which I finished for lunch this afternoon).


Yesterday was...well, interesting to say the least. Leslie had gone to the early Lenten service which meant we wouldn't go for supper and service that evening. So whilst at the mall, I picked up some sushi for myself and she got some Thai food (which looked amazing). I got avocado and California rolls. They were okay. They were much smaller than what I'm used to at Fuji's and seemed to be made with no real care. Oh well.
That night I decided to join Leslie in watching a Ghost Hunter Marathon leading up to a 2-hour live Ghost Hunter episode: Live from Alcatraz. Did I mention we were drinking wine while we did this? We were pretty hammered. Poor dad. Poor poor dad. So yeah. In honour of the third Wednesday in Lent, I got drunk...with my step-mom. I was so dried out this morning, I'll bet I needed a drink of water more than Jesus did in that desert. I actually felt fine accept for that (the dryness). Oh, and because I woke up with the surprise of getting my period three days early, I also was bloated. So I was bloated, crampy, back-achey and head-achey...but not hungover. And that's the honest truth.

After my leftover steak supper (which I added some raw mixed veggies to), I had a lovely green apple at around 3:00pm. At 7:00pm I ate supper of a nice meatloaf that Leslie made, mashed potatoes and cooked mixed veggies. I had two slices of that meatloaf, one serving of potatoes and one serving of veggies and I was stuffed. A bit later I had two pieces of melon for "dessert" I suppose.
Oh, and when I say serving I mean "my share." Because you know, you have X amount of potatoes and it's gotta feed three people. So I take my share AKA a third. Also, by serving I mean I didn't get seconds on it.

Now, let's see. I had a glass of orange juice and at least three glasses of water today and I'm still so dry! I wonder if it's water retention.

For Easter I don't want chocolate or candy. I want a case of Mt. Dew.


I guess that should be all for now.
Cheers.
J.