I ate a Big Mac this weekend for the first time since the 2002 Olympics.
Maybe I was stuffing my face as I was driving to Park City for a concert I was uber excited for with my evening's company in tow. Cause, ya know, stuffing your face is totally hot, right? The thing is, I didn't enjoy it. Hardly at all. And I saved my Saturday pig out meal for that? Regret. I may have eaten an entire Cafe Rio salad last night to make up for it.
Do you like a Big Mac?
I half expect a muscle man named Mac to come around the corner dancing his pecs when I start talking about Big Mac. Is that weird?