We were invited last night by wonderful couple Bobby and Beryl for dinner, they just got married and we were happy to be part of their most intimate wedding.
Although, I’ve already felt throbbing pain in the afternoon I still did not want to cancel the invitation because we will be leaving and going back to Bohol the next day. Together with my daughter and husband we went to this unique hotel, The Henry. I like how the hotel is decorated. Anyway, after a few chitchat we headed to this Pizza & Pasta Restaurant called Michelangelo. It was my family’s first time to dine there. We are not very adventurous when it comes to food. We eat what we know. Boring! Oh yeah, I bake but I do not cook very much. I don’t think that when you like making cupcakes you have to like everything about food or maybe we just avoid going to expensive places (there, that is likely the case). It doesn’t always follow.
They ordered seafood pasta and pizza. We let them order as we are not familiar with the menu, I can’t even pronounce most of them except Pizza, Pasta and the names of the cheeses. My husband ordered his all-time fave, Lasagne. Blyf had mushroom soup and rice and she ate like a dinosaur.
I noticed the throbbing pain worsen as the night progressed but I was enjoying the food too much and I tried to forget. Bobby ordered Mango ice cream for Blyf later on and Pistachio Ice cream for us. I can’t find the words to describe the taste of the ice cream. What I can say is that the taste made me feel better.
But I think I pushed my stomach to its limit with my food intake, because after we consumed everything on our plate, I felt dizzy to the point of wanting to throw up. We went back to the hotel, it’s just a couple of meters away. Beryl gave me some Aleve for the headache; and then headed back home. We were only out for 3 hours including the drive.
My headache worsens on our drive home, I think I had my husband worry because he drove too fast. I have not vomited in years, not even during my pregnancy with Blyf. In retrospect, I vomited when I got too drunk during a party, that was years ago on my college days. And that made me swear never to drink beer again, ever. But I sure hell knows when I am about to throw up. Luckily, I found a bag inside the car compartment. I was more worried with the expensive food than me feeling really sick. I threw up everything; my husband told me to save them for later. 😀
I ended the night sleeping early rather than working. But still feel full even though I threw up everything I ate.
Thank you for the delicious dinner. Congrats to both of you and a happy life ahead. ❤
“Homo faber fortunae suae || Man, shaper of his fate.”
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