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Thursday, Apr. 24, 2003 - 1:01 p.m. At least I'll eat my vegetablesOK, I know it's just me, but do you think that if you're planning a group dinner outing for someone's birthday that includes at least 11 people, you'd maybe try to pick a versatile restaurant, or at least send a quick e-mail out to everyone saying, "Hey, does this place look good?" It's just me, right? See, I grew up a picky eater, though I've made tremendous strides in the past nine years. It began in high school, but the real progress came when I went to college. I'd say I've tried more new foods and added more to my diet since 1994 than in my 18 years before that. So on Saturday we're going out to dinner for Kerry's birthday, and the restaurant changed today. We're now going to a Vietnamese place. I'm not going to say anything to anyone, and I won't mention it to Casey after this, but it just annoys me. I'm not sure if Kerry picked the place, because her friend Rose has been sending the e-mails and not including her on them. But she's the one who invited us in the first place a few weeks ago, so it's not a surprise. Of course, Kerry can pick whatever place she wants, but if it were me, I'd pick a place with a wider range for such a big group of people or I'd send out some feelers before deciding on something so distinct. I'm not saying we should be spending her birthday at Ray's Pizza (though I'll probably drop in for a slice on the way to MeKong), but to me, assuming 11 people will all be heartily satisfied with Asian food is assuming a little too much. I'm not going to voice my concerns, nor will I not go. Kerry thought enough to invite me, so I'm not going to say, "Thanks, but I don't like Vietnamese" and stay home. Chances are there will be something I'll be happy with, something I'll be willing to try and something I'll enjoy. But this feeling of trepidation, this unknown aspect, has made me go from thoroughly looking forward to dinner Saturday night to looking forward to 10 p.m., when we'll pay the bill and move on to some bar. Naturally, I'm overreacting a bit, and I'm certainly being selfish � but we're all entitled every now and then. I can handle scouring the menu for something I'll be able to eat and picking at it at my own pace, but when people start asking if I didn't like it, then I'll get a little annoyed. It's always bothered me when people draw attention to what I do or don't eat. Alright, fuck this. I feel like a baby and I'm only making myself more � and unecessarily � angry.
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