I’m a little sluggish this morning. Since December 1st, I’ve worked to make sure I exercise each day and blog once a day, too. Sadly, I did not get to exercise on Sunday (which means I need to twice in a day sometime this week) but I still got a blog post in. The side effect of this goal, coupled with my current work load, has been a significant lack of sleep in my daily routine. Last night, though, I targeted a full night of sleep (eight hours) by making use of one of the most satisfying dinners on planet earth: a Publix sub.
For those outside of the Publix realm of influence, you have never had a sub this good. Seriously. There’s something magical about the mix of meats, overabundance of lettuce, quality of bread, and… well – you get the picture. Publix subs are heaven.
I will never forget the single best Publix sub I ever had in my life. About fifteen years ago, my friend John invited me to join him for Gator Growl at the University of Florida. Since I never really got into the whole football experience during my short, random times at college, I decided to take him up on the offer. The night before, we attended a college party on the edge of campus. This seemed like a great chance to try an experiment.
You see, I don’t throw up. My body usually just “powers through” just about anything, so I’ve never been that guy puking at a party. In addition, it’s REALLY hard for me to get drunk. Sure, I can get a decent buzz going with the best of ’em, but I didn’t/don’t really get drunk. Thus, a college party seemed like a great chance to test my limits in the realm of alcohol. Makes sense, right?
After an evening of shots, drinks, shots, and other exciting things I don’t fully remember – I found myself laying down on a couch in the house trying to sleep while another couple was trying to have “covert sex” on the other couch.
There was nothing covert about it.
Once they finished, I realized that I really, really, REALLY had to pee. I got up and went on quest in this mystery home for the bathroom(s). The first one was locked and I could hear someone praying to the porcelain goddess inside. The other one was in the master bedroom – which was locked. I wandered for a bit hoping the puking guy would come out soon.
Which never happened.
So I did the only logical thing I could think of in my state. I walked in the kitchen, stood on the counter, and urinated in the sink because: drainage. After running some water in the sink with some soap (I’m not a monster!) I went back to the couch and went back to sleep.
The next morning, John and I got in the car to head towards Gator Growl. I could not move very quickly due to nausea, so when we parked down the road from the stadium – I told John to leave me there for a bit. I just needed a “little more sleep” and I would join him in an hour. He left for the pep rally, and I slept for another hour.
I was woken by him getting back in the car. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I got the time wrong. We’re here early.”
I was feeling better, I told him, but I was really, REALLY hungry. He pointed out the back of the car for me to notice: we were directly across the street from a Publix.
I had a six inch Italian sub that day and, to date, it was the single greatest sandwich of my life. Tasty. Euphoric. Satisfying.
Each time I have had a Publix sub since then, I still feel a part of that afternoon’s happiness each time. Last night was no different – even if it leaves me in a sleepy haze the next morning. So for those of you reading this who don’t have access to the wonder of the aforementioned food of amazingness – I’m sorry. Now, though, you know there’s something more to do in Florida than theme parks.