… a large bowl of seafood chowder, an entire appetizer of breaded and fried calamari, a couple cocktails and countless beers — that is what I consumed last night, in efforts to prove to a certain west riverbank establishment (that we discovered, all but exploited folks’ desire for seated fireworks viewing) that I, and my party were profitable enough customers to justify the space that we occupied. Around 2:30 am or so, my abdominal entrails churned, heaved and ached quite severely, but they held out admirably, and processed their unruly contents without expelling them.
Thanks IronGut! You never let me down.
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Oh my, did I have fun last night. Too much fun, because I’m still recovering. My stomach also started to complain about 4:00, but I maintained. So many oysters and bacon-wrapped prawns and wine and marjaritas. Why oh why? Then more when I got home until I crawled into bed. A bit of excess, but hell, it was our country’s birthday, something that should be done up well. Sorry about the un-American behavior of the restaurant. I’ll buy a boat for next year.
You’d be impressed by the amount of drinking that goes onin med school. Happy 4th!
Congratulations on taming a churning, food-filled gut! Happy Fireworks Day!