Gimme food!

Now I ask you what's the point of going out drinking, getting drunk and not having dinner later?
Odd part being I was the only one interested in eating something larger than mere snacks that were not the kind of pub foods I like indulging in, but in case of democracy take shelter and run, or stick with majority; such wise words, both of which I don't believe.

there were wedges, nachos, Mediterranean platter, onion rings, and alcohol..lots of it and this business carried on until wee hours of night, to the point I anxiously looked at people around wondering when will food be ordered.
I had my eyes on a rather delicious looking seafood pasta and when finally I brought the big question of what is a everyone ordering? I was looked upon as an unwanted leper.
Huh? Are you hungry? I was asked.
Well d-uh. We've not had dinner, except these large snacks and designer craft beer and of course I'm hungry.
But, but we've had so much to eat they said unanimously.
Yeah but it's not food proper I'd answered surprised, but they'd raised their eyebrows in a series of question marks..and uh.

Then tumbled out sympathetic apologies and words like you can order food if you like etc etc, but clearly no one else was even remotely interested in eating, and so I let it be.
Gah! I hated myself for not ordering food when everyone was munching on snacks. I'd merely assumed that people would be interested in dinner later, but I was wrong.

My stomach wasn't empty, but it wasn't full in a way I'd like it to be. The satisfaction was missing and a little void that had teeth like a leech sat sucking at my soul.

Now I'm awake and ravenous.
So god help me and others around me!