I went to Chuck-a-rama buffet two times yesterday and it's got me FUCKED UP.
Was talking about going with my homegirl the day before (we were at a Chinese buffet).
I didn't think she'd be down to go to two buffets in two days, and I was so hungry so I went for $11.99 lunch. Was there a long time from like 12-3 bullshitting on my phone with yall on NS.
Well she calls me like right after I left as she's getting off the mountain like "Aight I'm a meet you there at 5."
Shit, I went back there and ate again, the $15.99 Dinner buffet.
Only difference is that they have an unattended carving station with turkey, roast beef, and ham. No knife so you couldn't serve yourself, it was just these same lumps of meet sitting there all day.
I thought I might want to use my receipt from lunch and try to get back in, but I didn't want her to know I went to Chuck-a-rama only 2 hours before. Eventually I told her though when we were eating dessert. We have to have trust.
I must've had 10 plates by the time the day was all said and done! I didn't even enjoy it at lunchtime!
I left at 6:30 to get to the Jazz Game. When I got home to put my 69 YANG jersey on (My ex boyfriend took my 69 YING jersey), I thought I'd drown my shame real quick with a shot of tequila and a beer.
It tasted like... Chuck-a-rama.
Now everything tastes like Chuck-a-rama. I can't stop smelling it. Even when I go around to normal places like the Vivint Smart Home Arena, everything LOOKS like Chuck-a-rama. The Jazz players all running around like boiled green beans and cottage cheese. Today, the stuff on TV all looks like a Chuck-a-rama Monday night spread!
I'll make myself a nice light fresh salad, and it tastes like it came off the back of a Cisco truck. Like, the plate will swirl around and look, smell, taste like a slop of Chuck-a-rama baked chicken and mashed potatoes.
My entire reality has been reshaped into a nightmarish maze of Chuck-a-rama!
I'm gonna try to go to the Korean BBQ buffet tomorrow evening and see if I can somehow use another buffet to disentangle Chuck-a-rama from my life.
Worse case scenario, the delicious korean grilled meats all taste like Chuck-a-rama and I'll never have a normal relationship with food again.
So we're looking at 3 outcomes:
- I escape Chuck-a-rama Hell
- I get really fat
- I get really skinny
I'm a little nervous for the upcoming week.
