Weekend

This past weekend, my roommates and I had a good time together. While being away from family, I was grateful to at least be with some fun people. Seeing as we all are LDS, we went to the Priesthood session of Conference and then afterward, went out to celebrate. This coming week is finals week, so naturally, all are a little stressed. As a result of the extra stress, we planned a trip to the local steak house called Stockmans, which is famous in the area for good quality steak and "All you can eat" steak.

Naturally, this drew us in. Having starved the whole day in preparation for the big night, we became ravenous. On the way to the steak house, we proclaimed that we could easily eat 6, 7, maybe even 8 steaks, as we had prev

iously scouted out the size of the al you can eat steaks. The steaks were somewhere in the vicinity of 4 to 6 ounces each.

When we arrived, they staff knew we were coming, because one of the roommates works there, he informed them that we were coming... hungry. We ordered, and were first brought salad and bread rolls. (Not as good as dads)

Next came the steaks. Expecting the smaller steak, we let out an audible gasp at the sheer size and weight of the cows sitting on our plates.

The first steak was no lie, 16 ounces plus. It was massive. Not wanting to be out done by one another, we all pounded steak one. Steak two came up, the same size as the first. This one took some additional focus, but we muscled that one down too.

Next we took a short walk around the restaurant, to make some room, then it was round three. The third steak was equal in size and we were struggling. Big time. Alas, a new battle raged in our oxygen starved brains. In one corner it was Good judgement. In the other, it was Pride. A fierce battle ensued. Sadly, pride won out, and we ordered another steak. Much to our pleasure, the waitress brought out small 8 ouncers. Thinking we could best another piece of meat we dug in. However, by this time the steak had stopped being steak and tasted more like flavorless gum. Every bite was a challenge. Admitting defeat at the hands of the weenie steak, we asked for the check.

In total, we had approx. 56 ounces of steak in us. Thats 3 1/2 pounds! I think I will never eat steak again. Aside from the horrible stomach ache, a good time was had by all. In one week, four of the six roommates will leave to return home. It was an early good bye.