Dysphoria driven panic attack at Easter brunch. First time since really making progress I had to put on a dress shirt and pants (which I never liked to begin with) and couldn't wear my hat to cover up balding in public. Seeing myself in mirrors, and seeing random guys that I knew I looked just like at that moment... It hit me really hard, and I went into the bathroom, checked if all the stalls were empty and just sobbed.
Also, the food just plain sucked. Another case of a fancy place that charges way too much for outright bad food. I mean it wasn't even that it wasn't worth the price, it was just plain bad by any standard and I wouldn't choose to eat if it was free.