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February 14, 2003 Friday Bite at the Forbidden Apple It's been nearly a week since I asked a colleague to look after my stash of chocolates until I get down to 140 lbs. (from 146). It's not so much vanity in seeing myself ripped, but I wanted to see if I could still challenge body and mind to achieve this elusive objective. Me without my chocolate fix is like the Cookie Monster not getting his. So needless to say, I'd been hurting bad. Being Valentine's Day, the building management left a little piece of chocolate on everybody's desk. When I came back from the gym, it was right there on my desk begging to be eaten. I didn't know what strength was until that moment. Resisting was utterly futile. I didn't have the strength. I slowly unwrapped it, visually feasting on its promise of gratification...not unlike undressing a beautiful woman who's more than willing to be taken. However, the moment it entered my mouth, it felt like being hit by a thunderbolt. Visions of Adam castigated by God for taking a bite at the forbidden apple came to mind. Having broken my promise, I felt banished from the Garden of Eden...without a fig leaf. My remaining salvation? Hit 140 lbs. ASAP! With Emily at Marché A critic likened the movie, 'Gambling, Gods and LSD' as 'ingesting Christ' or 'taking your first hit of LSD'. That's enough for me to pencil the movie into my calendar. Having failed to see it at the Sumkidz event, I asked Emily if she'd be interested to see the movie with me at Paradise Cinema for one of the movie's last Canadian runs. I'm glad she agreed. Given her global headspace and iconoclastic leaning, she is the right person to be with. We met at our fav eating place, Marché, for a pre-movie dinner but this time, at the main location on Front and Yonge Streets. The place was packed and the lines long. But it was all worth it...as it always is. The food is always fresh, service is efficient and there's always that good vibe that makes eating an indulging pleasure. It's a perfect complement to what's on center stage: good company and engaging conversation. Nothing fills the bill better than having Emily as a dinner companion. I was all ears listening to her forward thinking plans for the future - and they're not just plans. The wheels have been put in motion to make them happen. I once told her that she'd have a meaningful life. This is becoming evidently self-fulfilling. We lost ourselves in the conversation and missed the screening for the movie...no issues. I'd trade a movie anytime for good conversation. We decided to go see Chicago instead...can't go wrong about a Bob Fosse film either. After the movie, I had the inkling to watch his classic,
All That Jazz, again.
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