Coffee Rhetoric: On Bloat

November 27, 2006

On Bloat

Well, this Thanksgiving holiday found me overindulging in family, friends, and lots of raucous laughter. The BFF visited, and much catching up was done, wonderful trinkets were distributed, overeating ensued, and possession of spirits and wine found us “touched” as we fell out laughing, insulted one another in jest, discovered cool new haunts in our travels, made stupid faces in our inebriation, made lots of noise as we caught up with one another and exchanged gossip, and capped it off with a lovely jazz brunch, complete with mimosas, espresso, and tea.

The train wreck known as Michael Richards (aka KKKramer) slowly dissipated from my mind, as I enjoyed the company of my very best friend. The debauchery was relatively decorous and manageable, and we were able to carry on coherent conversations during our possession.

I awoke this morning sans pajamas, tangled up in a sheet, stiff, with burning eyes (because I was too lazy to wash off my mascara), and with a dry mouth; sour from the remnants of the prior night’s wine consumption and the Djarum clove ciggie I smoked. Upon my return to work- (I was tempted to call in “sick,” so as to catch up on some sleep)- Lunch was very light fare : A Lean Pocket and a small side salad, followed by a dessert of sliced kiwi and more black coffee. The recovery process from this weekend was gradual, and I must say, considering that I’m a very voluptuous woman or “thick” as they say, bloat does not wear well on me, at’all. Since I’m not a follower of the Hollywood Diet Plan: ciggies, cocaine, Jamba Juice and/or Starbucks, I decided not to skip any meals, opting to have a banana and a large bowl of black coffee for Breakfast to start my day.

It’s amazing how invigorating laughter and good company are. I look forward to New Year’s Eve.