You Must Spend $15

So we went to the Japanese restaurant for my friend's birthday this evening. I had already decided that I would get a sashimi appetizer, which came with seven pieces of sashimi, and was only $10. I was okay with that. Well, it's my turn to order, and come to find out you must order at least $15 worth of food. WHAT??? So now I am freaking out inside, and the woman is glaring at me since I am trying to order something cheap, and I end up ordering the sashimi platter that comes with 18 PIECES OF SASHIMI AND COST $20!!! I wanted to cry at that point. Who eats all that food? My night was ruined. I had so much anxiety over the amount of food that was going to come out. W, my skinny friend was there as well, and I could see her at the opposite end of the hibachi grill talking with the woman, probably trying to weasel out of buying an entree as well. By the look on her face, it didn't work.

So my meal comes out, and it looks like they have cut up a whole entire fish worth of sashimi. I laughed on the outside, but I was dying on the inside. I ended up eating six pieces since I was ravenous, and took the rest home. Except for the octopus (too chewy) and some other fish I couldn't identify, but it had the scales still on it, and I didn't want to eat those. So I still have six more pieces of sashimi in the fridge, and the sad part is, I know I am going to throw it away. I am not eating dinner tomorrow most likely, and I wouldn't eat the fish past one day in the fridge. The even sadder part is that I am throwing about $20 in the trash by doing that. This is why: Since it was our friend's birthday, we didn't make her pay. So she proceeded to order TWO appetizers, and one of the more expensive entrees on the menu. So I had to pay $10 more in addition to my $20 meal. Since I ate six pieces of fish, that is 1/3 of the meal, so $10. I left the octopus and the unidentified fish, which was another six pieces and another 1/3, therefore another $10. I have those last six pieces in the fridge, which I know without a doubt I will not eat, so the last 1/3 and last $10. I was going to pay with my credit card linked to my dad's account, which would have made me feel much better, using his money, but everyone else was paying in cash, and I didn't want to be the one to make everything a mess. Awful, awful night.

At least I didn't go over to my friend K's apartment for the cake. However, W lives with K, so she had no choice to go over there. On our way back from the restaurant, my roomies and I stopped at the grocery store so roomie K could get milk, eggs, and hamburger buns. W pulled in next to us, sent by friend K to get ice cream for the chocolate cake. We walked together, and she told me I should see how much cake K made. She said K tripled the recipe since she didn't know how many people were going to come over. Oh. My. God. So much cake! I feel bad for W! So I am with W in the ice cream aisle, and she is looking at the vanilla ice creams. She didn't want a whole gallon, because it turned out only three other people besides friend K and W were going to the apartment. So she is looking at pints of light frozen yogurt, and looking at nutritional info. Yep, she is so Ana. She has to be! Who else would look at calories of light frozen yogurt but us. I can see she is freaking out. I would be too, if I knew I was coming home to chocolate cake. So finally she says she doesn't even want any ice cream, so K can deal with it, and she should have gotten it herself if she wanted some. Then I see teeny tiny little single serving vanilla ice creams, and point them out. We both started laughing, and she bought one of those for K. Crisis averted, at least ice cream wise. I would be willing to bet that W didn't have any cake, though. I know I wouldn't have!

So anyway, good day, but awful night. I can't wait to throw away those leftovers, even though I am throwing money away. I hate food so much.

Love you, Skinnies!

~Sottile