Return of the Prodigal Beef-eater

For lunch today, I decided to return to a place that I have not eaten for quite some time. The place was Arby's, the food was a LARGE roast beef sandwich. Oh man, what a meal!

To begin with, I got done with work at noon, and feeling a bit peckish and of course not wanting to go until 5 without eating anything (due to class), I desired something meaty yet quick. "So where to go?" I asked myself. The Bona? Ate there yesterday. Manhattan Loft? Too cheap and really not in the mood. Burger King? Ate there yesterday and sick of that style of food. Big 10? Not feeling adventerous. Arby's? Ooooh, that's the ticket. So with the giant fluorescent cowboy hat as a marker, I trucked over to Arby's.

I approached the counter after a minute's perusal of the menu and just went with a large roast beef. When asked if I "wanted the combo" I politely declined; I'm so sick of fries and Coke products. Plus, I wanted to save cash. Well, my sandwich was ready in a matter of moments, and I journeyed over to the condiments to get Arby's sauce; the nectar of the gods. I grabbed those little containers and filled not one, not two, but three of those little cups with the oh so delicious sauce and found myself a table. Let me tell ya friends, that sandwich WAS big; and I slathered that sucker with the tastey. When I picked up the sandwich and took that first bite, wow, I was in heaven. It tasted so good! The sandwich was so packed with beef that a bit of it shot out the sides of the bread (where the was no pressure from either my hands or my mouth) but it didn't fall. Fortunately, it [the beef] remained attached the mother-sandwich, and so I gobbled up the extra beef. The sauce, oh the sauce. It went everywhere! Over my sandwich, my fingers, hands, mouth, chin, and subsequently, my beard. But that's alright, a part of me was glad; I hoped that my pores would absorb it and thus even more Arby's sauce would enter my system. I didn't mind that I was making a mess of things, I was just too happy.

After the sandwich was safely in my belly, I wiped off my hands and face, and went in search of a quiet place to read "Titus Andronichus" by Shakespeare. I did actually stop in a bathroom to thoroughly wash my hands and make sure there was no food/sauce residue on my visage (there wasn't). But yes, nothing like gorging yourself on delicious meat products after 7-8 weeks of fasting (I do prefer of course the Paschal meats that we have at home, but still, you get the point).

In other news, I got an "A" in Humanities 1001! Huzzah! 1 class down, 3 to go.

On that note, I'm actually thinking about maybe teaching history now instead of English...such a dilemma. Both are cool subjects, but I'm a little undecided now. I can always double major and get teaching certified in both, but that'll take a lot of time, and I'm not sure I want to do that. So yeah, my future hangs in the balance...