Sara. 22. From Philadelphia. Reconciling with New York City after graduating college.
Trying to be more curious and less terrified.
So, a Steak ‘n Shake just opened in New York. The other night I went there with Honda and Jack, and got a steakburger (with fries) and a chocolate shake. I somehow managed to eat the entire massive burger, all of the fries, and maybe a third of the milkshake before I felt like my stomach was going to stage a mutiny against the rest of my body. The food was all awesome, but on the subway ride back, I kept getting horrible I’ve-eaten-way-way-too-much stabs of pain in my stomach. By the time we got home, I felt relatively normal again, wondering how they get away with charging so little for so much food. I took a shower, went to sleep, and then woke up at five in the morning unable to catch my breath with a stomachache (or maybe it was more just a general feeling of nausea than a stomachache). Confused and nervous, I walked around a bit in my dark room, got some water, and sat in my bed wondering what the fuck was going on. A couple times I tried to lay back down but that made me feel more awful than sitting up did. Eventually, I managed to fall back asleep and when I woke up again I felt fine. I have no idea if these events were connected, but it was weird and I am wary. Though it is definitely not going to prevent me from going to Steak ‘n Shake again. That shit was delicious.