First off, any food that you like, becomes MUCH more desirable when you are drunk. This was problematic during my trek down High Street from Skipper's to my apartment when I passed (in this order) Bruno's Pizza, Jimmy Johns, Great Steak and Potato, Skyline, Qdoba (which serves queso sauce that I should just avoid thinking about altogether), and Coldstone (which despite the cold weather would be a sensational treat in my current state of mind).
It is also worth mentioning that Skipper's (the bar I was at last night) has a number of delectable animal dishes on their menu, and Buffalo Wild Wings was also within arms reach.
The weekend forced me to reconcile my veganism with the world at large. If I were to start eating a gyro at Skipper's, this would be considered normal behavior. No one at the bar is aware of, or even concerned with, the fact that I have gone vegan.
The only source of resistance was my own devotion to the experiment, and that devotion gets worn away dramatically when you have been drinking. Suffice it to say, I experienced cravings that were disturbing.
Luckily, I took precautions that proved to be much more helpful than I had ever expected. On Saturday afternoon I ate a vegetarian burrito from Chipotle (quickly becoming my new favorite meal) and did not want to eat my side of chips and guacamole. Guacamole goes bad very quickly, so I put it in my refrigerator for later that evening.
When I was battling my carnivorous demons uptown, the one thing that kept me in control was knowing I had hot chips and cold guacamole. After running through Oxford's gauntlet of temptations, I finally made it home to eat the guacamole... and it was glorious.
There were not the same temptations for me today because I stayed home, did homework, and watched football. I'm glad that the experiment ends on Friday because I don't think I could last another weekend.
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