Is watching 6 people eat a whole lobster each right in front of you while you’re stuck with a measly bowl of jook. And trying to eat a piece of smoked salmon, which took me 20 minutes. For one piece.
I went home and drowned my sorrows in Camembert brie and chocolate mousse.
I need to be able to eat by Saturday, since I’m attending a wedding and it’d be a real crying shame if I still couldn’t eat. By real crying shame I mean I’d actually cry.