This week, I was elated to win first place in CIEE's essay contest, "What Will Your Story Be?" The prize money was the perfect excuse to finally make a trip to Hyderabad's branch of the infamous Hard Rock Cafe. Along with Suzanne, Karen, and Valerie, I splurged on some good old American eats to the tune of classic American rock. With money to blow, I went all out-- one mojito, a shared chicken quesadilla appetizer, the hugest beef burger, additional side salad, and a shared chocolate peanut butter moose for dessert. After four months in India, this American feast was the definition of indulgence! The meal had a truly celebratory mood, as we each enjoyed our first red meat in months and rocked out to the blaring soundtrack. It was almost a perfect evening...
... Until I woke up the next morning and ran to the bathroom, sick as a dog. Hard Rock, HOW COULD YOU!? I thought we really had a connection! I thought we shared something special! You have imported ingredients and dishes I grew up eating, so I trusted you with my poor sensitive digestive track. And you played me like a fool! Maybe I should have seen this coming, but a girl can be blinded by ten ounces of juicy, succulent beef. I wore my taste-buds on my sleeve, and you took my prize rupees without looking back. If that's who you really are, Hard Rock, maybe I am better off without you. I was fine without your American food for four months and I will be again! I am deleting your reservation contact number from my mobile!! That's right, I'm an independent woman! (Or, just a woman who can only eat toast and yogurt.)
So, yea, that sucked, and I did not leave the house for the rest of the weekend. Womp womp. But, it was actually a good time to be on house arrest, because I have plenty of work to keep me busy. Classes are slowly coming to an end-- just as each professor started the semester according on their own schedule, each class is ending depending on how much material is left to finish. As my courses wrap up, my homework is beginning to pile. On Tuesday, I have a presentation in Ayurveda and the last unit test in Sociology. Then, my first final exam is on Friday in Anthropology of Indian Society. The test is worth 60% of my grade and I have been pretty bad about keeping up with readings. So, the past few days have been spent glued to my books, while resting up and lounging around. I have spent hours analyzing the critiques of Sanskritization, but the big lesson of the weekend is-- I must temper my food cravings and treat this poor, sensitive bod with tender kindness as I gradually readjust to the American diet come December.
... Until I woke up the next morning and ran to the bathroom, sick as a dog. Hard Rock, HOW COULD YOU!? I thought we really had a connection! I thought we shared something special! You have imported ingredients and dishes I grew up eating, so I trusted you with my poor sensitive digestive track. And you played me like a fool! Maybe I should have seen this coming, but a girl can be blinded by ten ounces of juicy, succulent beef. I wore my taste-buds on my sleeve, and you took my prize rupees without looking back. If that's who you really are, Hard Rock, maybe I am better off without you. I was fine without your American food for four months and I will be again! I am deleting your reservation contact number from my mobile!! That's right, I'm an independent woman! (Or, just a woman who can only eat toast and yogurt.)
So, yea, that sucked, and I did not leave the house for the rest of the weekend. Womp womp. But, it was actually a good time to be on house arrest, because I have plenty of work to keep me busy. Classes are slowly coming to an end-- just as each professor started the semester according on their own schedule, each class is ending depending on how much material is left to finish. As my courses wrap up, my homework is beginning to pile. On Tuesday, I have a presentation in Ayurveda and the last unit test in Sociology. Then, my first final exam is on Friday in Anthropology of Indian Society. The test is worth 60% of my grade and I have been pretty bad about keeping up with readings. So, the past few days have been spent glued to my books, while resting up and lounging around. I have spent hours analyzing the critiques of Sanskritization, but the big lesson of the weekend is-- I must temper my food cravings and treat this poor, sensitive bod with tender kindness as I gradually readjust to the American diet come December.
That's rough man! I hope the test went well yesterday and you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteThanks love! My stomach got worst before it got better.. i dont know if its fair that I blame this one on just the dinner. But I am definitely recovering now!! Hope you're well too.. lets catch up soon!
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