|Maybe I can live without carbs...
||[Sep. 25th, 2008|12:06 am]
'the' scarlett perky goth
Okay, so my personal trainer has deemed me to be a carbs free zone (I'm allowed rice at the moment - woot) which made going out for dinner tonight kinda interesting but I purposely didn't say anything to the friend I was going to dinner with since I wanted to see how I'd cope. |
A rubbish sit-com-esque, there being two WHSmiths in Liverpool Street, moment to begin the evening was swiftly followed by my delightful dining chum revealing that he'd in fact been in the house of two of my closest friends that very afternoon (Bedford *is* the centre of the universe*) we continued to Giraffe to explore the delights of baking gently under outside heaters in the cool evening air.
Much hilarious chatter and edamame beans, chicken and mango salad, and breaded prawns with the bread removed and the answer was apparently yes - I can at least try and avoid carbs even when having an entirely pleasant night out. I did have a beer though - but she didn't mention alcomohol -hah!
We then went for a further drink and much added hilarity - apparently I flush and get a look of pure rage on my face when he winds me up - joy.
A quality evening spent with quality people in a quality setting - and non rabbit food type -food and alcohol ...can't say fairer than that.