Peas and Yogurt. Toot.

Attended a Cat Power concert at Lee's Palace last night (SO awesome! I could just swim in Chan Marshall's voice). But prior to that, I did something very silly.

I had a craving for Indian food, so I went to one of my favourite restaurants, Nataraj. The problem with Indian restaurants is that the portions are often too big and you have to take home the leftovers. I wanted to avoid taking it with me because of the concert, but I also didn't want to let the rest go to waste (their Muttar Pilau Rice and Shrimp Malai Curry is sooooooooo good) -- so I ate it ALL. And washed it down with a tall glass of Mango Lassi.

You can imagine how high the waiter's eyebrows were raised when he came to clear my dishes.

"I guess I was hungry," I said sheepishly. I ordered a peppermint tea, hoping it might somehow make me feel better.

It wasn't until I stood up to leave when I realized that I'd REALLY eaten too much. My belly was beyond bloated. A terribly unflattering look, when paired with a form-fitting T-shirt.

When I met up with Linnea outside of Lee's Palace, I warned her that I was full of peas and yogurt. We had tickets to see the 7PM show, which was pretty packed -- though there was enough elbow space for everyone. I did my best to hold in the gas, though at one point, I may have burped cashew.