Royal Treatment

Back in my university years, I used to treat myself to a big old McD's meal after every exam. It's my way of saying "Good work" and giving myself a pat on the shoulder. God knows why I was able to stuff down a Fillet-o-Fish meal AND a six-piece nuggets each and every time.

In the midst of my stressful assignment No.5, I've decided to cut myself some slacks and indulge in the 4,000-calorie meal earlier than usual. But time has changed. Not only do I have trouble finishing a Fillet-o-Fish meal on my own now, but I also feel less than satisfied even after the Golden Arches' royal treatment. Fried fish and tartar sauce might have been enough for an undergrad. But at the master level, I'll need more.

I'm determined to give myself a proper royal treatment this weekend. I want foie gras, I want to drink and I want to dance.

"'The Best Margarita in Town"