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Which is 3 more than I normally eat in a 24hr period.

Insomnia had me out early and down at Blue Mango for breakfast, 2 eggs however you want them, wheat bread toast, bacon (or ham slice),  and mango jam & butter.  Wow, breakfast…. me….who would have thought?!

A few hours later I got the munchies again and went to Cocolocos… ordered a redbull/vodka. Forgot about lunch. Completely. After a few more drinks and it was high time for one of those fabled massages from Abe, (ahh-bay). Let me be very clear right now—- crystal—– that shit hurt. It hurt more than the root canal I had in Macedonia without anesthesia.

I’m talking about a slight discomfort just the other side of having chunky diarrhea through the tear ducts in your eyesockets.  But… yes there is a but… it was worth it. I felt so damn relaxing afterward. That man knows his stuff – I’m making a point to get one twice a week from now on.

Later, there was a large plate of prawns and stuff. I cant remember the stuff because the prawns were, well, prawns. Anything larger would be a lobster. If you’ve had a KBR DFAC lobster – these were bigger. I don’t understand prawns: it takes 3 minutes to peel a single one and half of it is the head. Tried sucking the head butter for my fist time. Nope, don’t like it.

A few hours later, I wandered to Sundown and got confused at the menu. The cute waitress helped with my request of “whats the biggest steak you have?” It was a lot of food, I should have taken a camera for a review – it was that good. I was finished with the 1st ‘medallion’ when there appeared another medallion on the plate. damn thing must’ve been hiding under the…. erm…. well… medallion hiding place. By medallion, I mean a chunk of perfect cut of beef the size of your palm and 2 inches thick, assuming you’re not a child or otherwise diminutive and freakish.

For the first time in my life, I did not eat everything on the plate. I couldnt. Sorry guys but I simply couldnt eat those last few fries that were looking at me like those refugees atop the US Embassy in Saigon when they realized that helicopter wasnt coming back for another load. I left men in battle fries on the plate. Oh the herbal butter that Peiter makes… so good. Forgive me, comrads.

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   JD

   it was good… I think. but I’m not a prawn person. Small shrimp are at least juicy. Dont think I’ll have them again unless they’re stripped and in a juicy sauce.

   May 8, 2009 at 1:26 PM

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   angelofdeathisme

   awwwwwwwwwwwwww…. i bloody envy you! prawns! big breakfast! fuckin out… thats sensational… unfortunately, ive been starving myself for some wasting of weight… oh did i tell you ive been running two weeks now and its sweaty and breathless activity which i hate! aint got choice… gotta burn the carbs… are you burning some?

   May 6, 2009 at 10:43 PM

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   McCawFF

   I had 3 meals yesterday too and thats rare. Sounds like you had a good day. That’s always a plus.

   May 5, 2009 at 5:22 AM

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