Cheesburgers make me sick but I will occasionally eat one. Today, with a table for 9 at a nationally syndicated Cheesburger restaurant for fans of Jimmy Buffet, which I am not, I ate a cheesburger with pineapple. I occasionally dunked my cheesburger in ketchup, though steak sauce was available. I did not eat the fries. My iced tea was blissfully always full however the tropical drinks were not strong enough.
I polished the sink with stainless steel polish and scrubbed the shower with non-abrasive cleanser lest any of the 14 visitors felt like dropping by my 12x9 studio for a shower.
I flaked on going out for dinner.
Besides everyone getting a lei, I am not making enough of an effort.