Bloating It Up

Sooo....

My wife was wondering why I chose the name "Bloat It Up" for my blog. Easy. While I was attending Lower Columbia College, my good friend Jake and I liked to go out and eat. We were both members of the Speech Debate Team and would really eat alot when we were at tournaments. We would eat until we were bloated. Jake, who is smarter, more eloquent, and pretty much all around a cooler guy then I am, started to say that when we ate, we were going to go out and "bloat it up." Hence the name.

I will say that it always mildly annoyed me how thin Jake was. I realize that some readers of this may have come across it by accident, but (hopefully) some of my friends, (who know how I eat) are reading this as well. Folks, in comparison to Jake, I eat like an anorexic runway model. I have never been able to figure out where this guy puts it! My best memory of watching Jake bloat it up was at Rose's Restaurant in Portland. I think that it is closed now, but back in the day, Rose's was known for its sandwiches. Big, sothickyoucouldbarelygetyourmoutharoundit sized sandwiches. We were there after a debate tournament, (of course,) and after chowing down his pastrami on white, Jake polished off another half sandwich that a teammate could not even bear to look at anymore. After one, I felt like I could barely move, but Jake was good to go for more even after a sandwich and a half. Truly, watching the man put it away was watching an artist at work. I've not had the pleasure of dining with him in awhile, but always look forward to it when I have the chance.