In the spirit of the Super Bowl, I was super anti-poverexic today. S had invited us over for his annual Super Bowl party, and I – GASP – kindly declined. I don’t know what’s happening to me lately. My usual self would have never done that. But I just knew that Super Bowl watching would cut into my weekly 5-hour nap time on Sunday afternoons, and I couldn’t let that happen. S’s party even promised an entire suckling pig from Chinatown, and even that couldn’t lure me out of my bed/couch.
Suckling Pig
So instead, roommates K/L/M and I decided to have our own little gluttonous “Super Bowl party” which just consisted of us continuously ordering goods from our own little Chinatown called Tasty King and delivery.com throughout the day. After waking up at our usual noon time, the roommates and I decided to splurge today and ordered lunch from Tasty King and Brick Lane, an incred Indian food restaurant we once discovered on our fav show Man v. Food, and I got lamb korma.
After finishing that meal at 1:30pm, I promptly fell back asleep into my weekly 5-hour Sunday nap and awoke at 6:30pm. While roommate K and I objected, roommates L and M were set on watching the Super Bowl, so we decided to order Pinkberry and Mee Noodle to make ourselves feel better, which was the most we had ever spent on a single Sunday since living together. We felt that if any time was a good time to splurge, it would be during the Super Bowl.
However, when our Mee Noodle order came, I discovered to my horror that my Mee Pum noodles over roast pork in soup WASN’T INCLUDED IN THE ORDER. That, combined with the fact that I was already in a pissed off mood from the Tim Tebow anti-abortion commercial that we had all been yelling in our apt about how Tim Tebow should have been aborted for making that commercial, literally set me off into the biggest rage I had experienced since last week when one of my bills was wrong. I literally screamed at the Asian lady from Mee Noodle for a good 10 minutes and demanded – and got – a free meal out of all this, which made me feel a little better.
I’m so full now that I think I won’t eat for the rest of the week. I say this now, but after all those Super Bowl commercials, I will probably go get myself some Bud Light, Doritos and Cherry Dr. Pepper tomorrow.
Poverexic in NYC 