Ah, the Sunday Morning/Afternoon hangover. A special condition, with special needs. I'm sure that if I find my purse (I'm guessing it's on the counter in the kitchen, next to the remains of the 7-11 hotdog/nacho combo and some pretzels) it will have exactly zero cash in it. Which likely means I spent WAY too much money on WAY too much booze last night. Which, would do well to explain why everytime I move, I feel that the contents of my stomach could violently expel themselves at any moment.
So, I'm presented with that ever-nagging weekend quandry: What's For Lunch that will a) not make me sick(er) b) make me feel better c) be cheap to free and/or made from whatever the hell I have in my house and d) satisfy my high standards for lunching?
Now, I know we don't have many WFLers checking in on the weekends - but if anyone's out there: help a hungover sister out.
Oh, and stay tuned for the first LaChoi/Ethics review of the buffets of DC. We hit Tony Cheng's Mongolian BBQ last night, which provided an interesting starting point for an interesting evening filled with neuroscientists, vodka, lipgloss, and hot girl-on-girl-on-scientist action. Oh, and the demise of Bachelors, Virgins and I think there was a Dirty Bastard in there somewhere, too.
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