Veganism Ruins My Social Life

Well.  I’m one day in.  27 more to go.  Not that I’m counting or anything…

Yesterday was kind of a debacle.  Originally I had plans to go to this really delicious chicken wing place called D-Spot, 60+ different wings!!!!!!!!!!  My friends and I have been making these plans for months but considering I don’t think these wings are vegan we had to change our plans.

Luckily they were nice enough to say that they would wait for me.  My friend Stef recommended we go to the Bullfrog in Uptown for a live band.   Our group of 4 turned into a fun little Wednesday with lots of Gustie friends.   Due to my new found life choice, I decide to go home to make my dinner before heading out. 

Last night’s dinner was a Black Bean Wrap:

¼ cup black beans (rinsed)
¼ cup corn (rinsed)
¼ cup brown rice
1 medium tomato
2 tablespoons cilantro
¼ avocado
2 tablespoons hummus
1 gluten free tortilla

How easy does that sound, right?  I can easily bop home.  Make my wrap and be in Uptown by 6:30…7 at the latest.

WRONG-O!

It no joke took me an HOUR to make this wrap.  Someone decided they wanted to make their own hummus with roasted garlic.  While my garlic was roasting in the oven I popped the brown rice in a pan.  While these things were cooking/roasting I rinsed the black beans and corn.  Cut the tomato.  Cut the avocado.  And added the cilantro.

Now that I’m looking at this list, why did it take me an hour?  Clearly I need to work on my culinary skills.

During the making of my culinary masterpiece (or a black bean wrap) I got the following text messages:

Stef:  Mandi says she’s leaving 3 seconds before you get here.  No slutty high fives.

Stef:  Daria says we’re not waiting until Christmas!

Stef:  Skuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! 

(And about a dozen more variations of encouragement.)  :)

By the time I ate, cleaned the kitchen, etc it was 7:30-8.  That seemed a little aggressive to be going out that late on a Wednesday when I would just be drinking soda water with a lime anyways.

I sent out a text to my friends as an apology for my absence.  Daria has requested that the next time we’re going to meet I start making my dinner at noon so I will be done and ready to go in time to party.

Point taken.