I think Jesus spoke to me today.

Deep inside (well, not that deep) there lives a fat kid. This kid told me that it was ok to go to Genki on Clement Street in the middle of the day, by myself, and get myself a deliciously warm and crispy nutella and banana crepe

Exhibit A:

(reenacted from google images, not my hand)

Inside I knew, getting a crepe by yourself midday, is like taking that first drink, at home, by yourself, watching the Hills. It can only lead to mushy brain, mushy tushy, and mushy life. But against my better judgement I studied a little at the Danube to wash my hands of the impending guilt, and stealthily darted towards Genki under my giant dark sunglasses.

With my textbook in my left hand and the crispy sweet delight in the other , I happily walked home….. that is until the mid-crepe shift. The mid-crepe shift is the action that requires us to use the other hand to shift the crepe up out of the holder, because the holder is blocking the next bite. (Similar to the paper wrapper around an ice cream cone). Right before crossing the street I mid-crepe shifted too aggressively and I remember it like it was 15 minutes ago….. my crepe fell to the ground in slow motion. That strange man voice that says “noooooooo!!!” in the movies played in my head. Then another voice said, “Aileen, just let it go. It’s Clement street, it’s dirty, don’t even think about it, it was not meant to be. You are better than this, I will not let you fade into the background. Fatty mcbutterpants no mas. No mas….”

The shame……

*edit* Why does it seem “more ok” to partake in excess (drugs, alcohol, crepes, buffet) in groups? discuss.

~ by chuionthis on June 5, 2008.