A basket of fries.
And a bread bowl of spinach dip (with stale chips).
You'd think we hadn't eaten for days given the spread of carbs that lay on our table. In combination with the stack of napkins covered in barbecue sauce, the empty pints of Octoberfest, and the bowl of chicken bones, there was little room for much more than our conversation.
"We should take a picture with all this food!" I exclaimed.
And nicely enough, the man standing behind us offered to take the shot.
"Make sure you get all the food!" We declared, since that was the purpose of getting out the camera to begin with.
And then he fumbled.
"Wait, really? Women usually don't want people to know they eat..."
We feigned a smile while I let his words sink into my already full belly.
It is true that women will order a salad when they want a steak, because it's the more "feminine" thing to do.
But when did eating become something only men can enjoy?
As we tore apart our wings and offered each other an exchange of carbohydrates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom.
Because we didn't care what anyone thought of our spread, we were too hungry to notice any stares and too happy to not lick our fingers at the end of our meal.
Our photographer's comment aside, we were simply out to enjoy ourselves, our friendship, and our meal together.
And while it's true that some women don't want people to know they eat.
Other women... like us... just want others to know we're people too.