Weekends are all fun and games until….you get to revisit your Friday night sushi over and over and over again…
It started out innocently enough at my fave Nashville watering hole, Dalts where I sipped on a few Skinny Pirates.
When it came time to eat, we ventured over to get sushi which couldn’t be consumed without the accompaniment of an assortment of sake, of course.
After a taste test of Japan’s finest a self-inflicted photo shoot took place at the sushi bar.
Sitting in front of the fresh fish I grew balls, got brave and decided to venture out from my typical sushi roll.
I ended up with what looked fish nachos minus the greasy tortilla chips.
After sliding the fish down my hatch, I was feeling pretty foxy and quite adventurous giving myself a pat on my non-foodie back.
Waking up suddenly at 4am to be reminded what you had for supper is always so very exciting and fun. Especially when a certain someone just happened to make a bed out of the toilet I so desperately needed to use every 20 minutes.
In between sips of 7Up, mouse size bites of crackers and the recurring need to run to the restroom after any attempt to drink or eat, I wallowed in my mess of a raw fish hangover.
While feeling ultra sorry for myself on a gorgeous 65 degree Nashville day, my spirits were lifted by my two little Iowa rug rats, sending pics to their dreary old Auntie CBXB.
The rest of my weekend was spent in the way only Tedstar could love…
I’m sure Ted will keep his paws crossed I get food poisoning more often…
Cheers to a week full of bland food for me!