Last night I went to a party at a gym. It was one of those swanky gyms that you imagine only celebrities use, the kind where you have to work out with a trainer. All the machines were super high tech and, really, quite intimidating. One looked like a space shuttle. Also, most of the people there had lots of muscles and wore very small clothing.
I have no idea what we were celebrating, but my friend knew the owner and there was an open bar and a disco ball, so I was, of course, on board. There was also a ton of food there, and let me tell you something – if there was always a dessert buffet next to the leg press, I’d be much more excited to go to the gym every morning. You have not lived until you’ve eaten a brownie while standing next to a treadmill.
All in all, it was a disaster eating-wise. There was shrimp cocktail, which we hovered, and I do mean hovered, over for most of the night, the most amazing asparagus ever (I ate maybe twenty stalks, seriously, and I think they were each drenched in a tablespoon of butter), little mini cups of macaroni and cheese (I had half of one), mini crab cakes (countless), sushi (a spicy tuna roll), brownies (probably one and a half), strawberries (lots), cake (about a piece), and vodka sodas (way, way too many).
Then, when we left, they gave us sugar cookies and leftover cake. I have no idea why a gym was giving out so much garbage, especially to people who so clearly could not afford a membership. The four of us actually spent about ten minutes contemplating going to Duane Reade, buying some tupperware, and filling it with shrimp for later. But since we’d all already eaten more than our share of the food, we decided to instead hand out cookies and cake to the homeless at two o’clock in the morning. Have I mentioned that I’m a do-gooder?
Pre-party, I had some tortilla chips and hummus at home:
I didn’t eat all of that hummus; maybe three – four tablespoons.
I have some more stuff for today, but need to clean my apartment so I’ll post all later.
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