Last night, Baby Cakes and I went on one of our dates, which involved excessive amounts of Chinese food; something I should probably confess, I’ve been long-suffering from the rare but terminal disease: Chinese-overeating syndrome. I’m just a victim here, kids. It involves being unable to think rationally when faced with a Chinese menu and, against better judgement, ordering and subsequently eating much too much food. For the two of us to share, I usually order three entrees and one appetizer, and I limit myself only with that amount because he doesn’t allow me to order more. He is what we call a buzzkill. Which is why I prefer delivery so I can pull the how did these cream-cheese wontons get in our order? Am a tricky girl. In my defense, how can a person say no to reasonably-priced fried meat covered in sodium, sugar, spice and MSG? It’s biologically impossible. There’s been studies. And it’s so delicious why would anyone want to? Yesterday I tried to be “healthy” and ordered one entree because it came with broccoli; the plate had literally three stalks and sadly accounted for my daily vegetable intake. Chinese:1; Molly:0. ANYWAY, this is not my point of this post because I am supposed to have a question on Thursdays and an obsession with Chinese is not a question (because it does not end with one of the five W’s + H. See? I know things. My mom’s a teacher). This (so tasty) dinner was all a prelude to our evening’s event: The Baxing, as Baby Cakes is spending the weekend on the beach with The Kid and Sweets –the three of whom, by the way, have already called drunk, ripe with Sarah Palin impressions, because they KNOW it is my worst fear that I sound like her and need reminding whenever at the bar that NO I CANNOT SEE RUSSIA FROM MY HOUSE but oh yes, isn’t it funny every time? (Internet, if we ever become friends in real-life and I slip-up on my accent-dulling diligence, please ignore my aboots. I will love you that much more.) Ok, finally, the point, my question for you: Similar to waxing a friend’s back so he’s confident on the beach, what do you do for a friend because it’s a friend but under no circumstances would you do for anyone else? Or you could just tell me about your favorite Chinese menu item … because I would like to hear that, too.
November 13, 2008
Tangents + a question in there somewhere
Posted by mollyelizabeth under Friends, Life, NaBloPoMo[4] Comments
November 14, 2008 at 12:50 am
um, a friend of mine, who went to madison by the way, once stuck a finger down her roommates throat to make her puke bc she was so sick from drinking but couldn’t get it out. if that isn’t friendship, i don’t know what is.
i like the walnut shrimp. you know the kind that is lightly battered and there is a glaze and the walnuts are candied? delish. but if i’m going dirt cheap, greasy, help me i have a hangover and im too lazy to go get food so ill have it delivered to me chinese food: sweet and sour chicken. pork or shrimp fried rice. does it for me all the time.
November 14, 2008 at 8:58 am
I love me some ginger beef. Oh and when we were in Toronto a month ago we went to this amazing Chinese place…their shredded duck soup was to die for. Yummy. Now, I think I have to have Chinese for dinner tonight.
What would I do for a friend and no one else? I have held hair for drinking induced vomitting, helped with crazy stalking, played the role of wing woman…pretty run of the mill stuff. I will do almost anything for my bestest friends.
November 14, 2008 at 9:05 am
I feel that way too – I just need my best friends to ask me; if they need me, I will be there for them. I’ve gone to the gyno with a friend, sat with another while she was topless for two hours at the tattoo parlor, obviously done some stalking and crazy phone calls … The finger down the throat thing though, whoa, I don’t know if I could do that … I can’t even do that for myself.
November 14, 2008 at 4:49 pm
Pepper steak beef lo mein fried wontons wonton soup eggrolls and a fortune cookie. Dee-lish.
On the friend front, I don’t usually entertain drunken requests or well, sleep on your couch unless I care truly, madly, and deeply for you. Also hugs. I don’t hand ’em out for free ;)