Stuffing my face for money? Done!

I ate breakfast for the first time ever at Carl’s Jr., although to be more accurate, we went through the drive-thru. L’s girl M and I got the same meal—egg and cheese croissant sandwich with hash browns and OJ. Now admittedly it’s been probably about a decade since I ate BK’s version, but I remember liking it a lot more. The egg was very thin and folded up like a crepe. The cheese was nice and melted, so points there, but the croissant wasn’t very good. The hash browns were so greasy that I ended up chucking most of them. Plus I couldn’t figure out a way to get ketchup on them without making a mess all over L’s car, and hash browns just aren’t hash browns without the ketchup. If it wasn’t obvious, we were on our way to Tahoe for snowboarding. The OJ was crunchy frozen and from concentrate, but I’m not all that picky about the stuff. While I absolutely prefer fresh squeezed, it’s not a huge deal for me to drink the other kind.

We skipped lunch in favor of a Special K bar (strawberry) for me, and a Luna bar (blueberry yogurt) for L’s M. The guys (one of L’s friends and L) ate Snickers and all sorts of other crap. The conditions were pretty miserable, but I was having a blast. We were all soaked to the bone, the boys especially, when we took a break at the lodge early afternoon. I had hot apple cider, which, although the simple scat packaged kind, may have been the best ever because I was so cold.

Dinner was sushi at Ray’s. Need I say more? Soo good. I hogged the edamame, but no one else seemed too interested, so I didn’t feel terrible about it. L’s roommate V came along, so it was the five of us. The meat eaters ordered a ton of sushi, and L’s M got some tempura and a Volcano (some sort of scallop dish that comes out lit on fire and inside a scallop shell). I got three rolls—eggplant, Florida (seaweed salad on top of an asparagus roll), and a mixed veggie. I got dared to shove the big mixed veggie piece in my mouth. I won $4 from the rest of the table for doing so. Other than feeling a bit like a hooker, it was all good. The only thing missing was mochi ice cream. Oh well, next time.