A Little More Than We Bargained For

Last Monday, Columbus Day, Kellie, Kevin and myself ventured into Union Square. We were having a lovely time bargain hunting at Filene's Basement and Forever 21 until Kevin's stomach started to eat itself. We found a pizza place that seemed satisfying enough. Kevin ordered a calzone hoping to get the most bang for his buck, except that only calzone they had was jammed pack full of cheese; nothing else. Kevin, being lactose-intolerant knew this was going to end badly. My piece of veggie (mostly broccoli--maybe they had a lot of extra that they needed to get rid of) was cold, and most unappetizing, but I managed to eat most of it. I couldn't throw it away, it was $5.50 (!!!!)
Poor Kevin tried to just pick at the bread, considering the cheese was a fucking scary lump of partly solidified goo, that would have caused him even more pain going out than in. Every time he took a bite, of his, cold, pathetic excuse of a calzone, he gagged a little and then wept. We left the shop disheartened and tried to carry on with our day. It ended up not being all bad. Kevin found a very pretty sweater at American Eagle and a killer halloween costume (stay tuned for pictures.) That night, I had a pretty awful stomach ache and a new sense memory that will haunt me the rest of my life.