Big fat FAIL!

We went to dinner at Nora's Wine Bar the other night and I was determined not to stuff myself until it's painful. We always order way too much, plus I drink lots of wine from the fun machine dispenser thingy ("enomatic system" is the proper terminology, but I prefer to call it a thingy). This time, between the 4 of us we ordered a caesar salad and eggplant cakes (with extra tomato chutney of course) to start. For our main courses, we got the seafood and couscous, which is my favorite, a mushroom and spinach pizza and the Alaskan ling cod. I tried a couple bites of the cod, but hardly had any of that. Basically, I had slice (and an extra tiny piece I can't even classify as a slice) of the pizza and some seafood and couscous. I hardly even had any couscous and I didn't even eat the whole piece of bread slathered in tomato and garlic goodness that comes with it. Plus, being the designated driver, I only had 1 glass of wine. I was doing so well. Perfectly content and full, but not crossing the line to pain and the need to be rolled out of the restaurant. Then a couple other people we know sat down to chat and apparently dessert was ordered. Bollocks. It's not like I can pass up the warm flourless chocolate cake. That would just be rude. Plus, the people who joined us insisted on buying us another glass of wine, and I couldn't be rude and turn that down either. I just drank a couple sips and gave the rest to the BF, who happily obliged since I was driving his ass home. I only had a couple bites of the cake, but then miraculously ANOTHER chocolate cake appeared because the other dessert we ordered (some kind of fruit tart) was gross. That's why I don't allow fruit in my dessert. It just messes shit up. Anyway, by the time we get up to leave, I'm feeling like I'm about to burst. We get home and I proceed to curl up in the fetal position and rub my tummy as to avoid puking. Damn you Nora's! Why do you always do this to me???