Chocolate for breakfast.
We arrived a little after it opened at 10am. From the moment we walked through the doors, people were begging us to try their chocolate samples. Free chocolate. Endless, free chocolate. Yes, please.
There were booths dedicated to Hershey's, Lindt, and Cadbury varieties, etc. Eh. Amateurs.
The ones that got me were the fine peddlers of crazy chili-chocolate combos, the antioxidant/flavonoid dark chocolate. The chocolate that makes you go, "Hmm. Ouch. I'm cured."
Within 20 minutes, we were each clutching our bellies and staggering from the fumes of chocolate intoxication. Here I am with Mark, drunk from breakfast and displaying the spoils of our bounty:
It was a chocolate-filled, bloated, slightly nauseating-in-a-good-way day. And this morning? As I looked at our bag of delights, I totally contemplated how different Monday morning gluttony would taste in comparison.
