Where’s Paris?

November 24, 2004

I battle the inner fat man.

Going up to Connecticut. A good friend is deep frying a turkey. I meant to diet solely on salad for the week preceding this lard fest, but sadly, last night at the Knicks game (a friend gave me his season tix that he wasn’t using–I’ve never been before), my companion bought me a footlong, Skittles, nachos, and Edy’s ice cream with nuts. What was I supposed to do?