Sometimes my subconscious tries to punish me. I'm not really sure why but I know it happens. I have a certain base of knowledge, the warning signs are all there, yet I jump in with both feet. Case in point- my most recent trip to the Theater District.
I've been trying to win Book of Mormon lottery tickets for about three months now. I go once or twice a week 5 minutes before the drawing, put my ticket in and then watch as obnoxious, less deserving people are chosen around me. Then I walk my sad loser walk home...fun right? Well I awoke one recent Sunday with a lucky feeling. I hadn't tried for a weekend performance yet so odds of a win were in my favor (or at least that's what I was telling myself). I arrived right about 4:45 and was shocked to see the outside empty. I suddenly realized the weekend performances must start at 8:00. I had an hour an half to kill before the drawing and to make matters worse I was starving! I started to walk across the street when I saw the glowing lights of Ruby Foo's calling to me.
Self Sabotage #1- I left for the lottery on an empty stomach and didn't confirm drawing time.
Self Sabotage #2- Instead of heading west to delicious and cheap ethnic eats I headed east right into the tourist cloud of Times Square.
I walked inside Ruby Foo's, took a seat at the empty bar and perused the food and cocktail list. My bartender sauntered over and when I asked about their special Mojito listed he gave me a very strange look and replied "not recommended". Okee Dokee how about a beer instead (head nod). Excellent! I then placed an order for one Creamy Tuna Roll (again strange look but placed order).
Sabotage #3- I noticed the strange look which meant "not recommended" but proceeded with my order regardless.
When my roll arrived I was stunned at its size. This was the skyscrapers of sushi rolls and I wasn't sure I liked the floors. On the menu it read as Creamy Tuna with green scallion, avocado, wasabi tobiko and wasabi cream fraiche.
It was about 5:30 by now so I walked back over to Book of Mormon where once again- no line seemed to be forming. I walked up to the ticket window and was informed the lottery was over for the day- matinee only on Sunday.
Sabotage #4- If I had only stopped to ask in the first place, the entire food situation could have been avoided.
Maybe my subconscious enjoys the sad loser walk home?