That's right. Day 7.
After surviving on a part crackers-and-water diet for the rest of the week (with the occasional slip-up, e.g.. not heeding the "Avoid dairy products for 3 days after symptoms disappear" warning), I backslid, as it were, in a spectacular manner, by capping an all-day meeting by going out to a tapas restaurant with the Critical Filipino Studies Collective and assorted partners and friends (among others, Nerissa, Richard, Dylan, Lucy, Robyn, Rowena, Vernadette and Peter, including the special guests of the evening, the out-of-towners Martin and Rick). Rabbit stew! Grilled salmon strips! Parillada de mariscos! And lots of beer!
You can imagine the consequences that long, practically sleepless night. The next morning I watched Martin at brunch, eating his hotel breakfast while I ate saltines from a Tupperware container. And ate more crackers while at my friends' Keith and Margaret's daughter's birthday party later that day, watching the guests eat pizza from the Cheese Board.
Tomorrow we're driving down to Los Angeles. The crackers are already packed within easy reach. But I am steeling myself for gastrodisaster.
Posted by the wily filipino at June 20, 2004 08:09 PM