So Friday started with a late-ish wake up, 9 maybe? Ed and Keith went to the gym, I discovered Queen Bee on MTV. OMG, if anyone needs reason to think there is no hope for future generations, check out that program. Such brats, they were impressively awful and I'm quite accustomed to that kind of behavior.
Headed into their little town for an everything bagel with butter and cream cheese and some tea, a Cherry Zero Coke too. Had a banana and some mini Reeses and Kisses throughout the day to snack. Ran some errands and tried to help Keith out as best we could, checked into the hotel at 3. Hotel is a stretch actually. It was fine, let's just say I am not an inn/B&B person, we'll leave it at that. There were sheep grazing in the yard. I am not a farm person either.
Wedding was awesome, really really beautiful and sweet and earnest and well-planned and thoughtful and gorgeous. Most importantly, they both seemed to have a genuinely superb times, and that is what matters. I won't babble personal details of my BFF's wedding on the Interwebs, but everyone there had a 100% blast. As a taste, the last song they played for the night was Scenario. It doesn't get much better than that.
The service was 9 minutes long [awesome] and followed by drinks and apps. I had a couple Tanqs and tonics [is it bad that I kind of love gin? does that make me a holic? Princess recoils at gin and he is way more of a drunk than I am....hmm] and some mozzarella and tomatoes and prosciutto and melon. So good. Dinner was awesome, filet with asparagus and potatoes in a mushroom sauce. Had a roll with butter, some white wine, some red wine, another Tanq and tonic. Danced the night away, had some cake....soooo good, like a berry shortcake/sponge cake/angel cake thing? Whipped cream, layers of white cake and strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. So good. More candy from the favors too, of course. Not sure if there's ever been a scenario in my life that I've rejected candy when placed in front of me.
That was that, we wound up at the bar, caught the end of the Sox game [Ed and I acted like assholes, of course], made a bet with Keith's wonderful dad about the Phillies-Sox World Series that is hopefully coming down the road. Headed over to another bar for a nightcap and some pizza. I surprisingly refrained from the pizza and stuck to a DC since it was late and I was driving and had sobered up a good while ago. Headed back to Sheepville and for some sleep.
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Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Is it bad that I'm eating Ben and Jerry's while typing this?
Is it worse that it's Saturday night at 10:17 and I'm blogging? You decide.
So I was successful with my hour on the bike, I tuned into MTV's new show, Busted instead of Intervention. MTV puts crack in their TV, I swear. I am a college-educated, professional, late-20 something, who grew up in a good home, without real cable, and I will sit in front of a Making Of The Band marathon like there is no tomorrow. Busted is awesome, it's COPS for the under 25 crowd, lots of pot and DUI citations, lots of dumbasses, love it.
I biked and then did my poor form arm exercises. With an old Cosmo Girl article and Ed's help, I made up a regimen of 6 arm exercises. At this point, I'm happy just to be doing them. Darling commented the other day that my form is crap and offered to help me fix that. I told him thanks but I'm going to hold off until I get more accustomed to doing the reps [15 each for each arm, sadly that's a lot for me], then fix my form. Right now between that and the bike, I am utterly exhausted when I complete them and that is enough for me.
As bonus points, I walked to and from Davis to pick up some dry cleaning. I resisted the urge to pick up a loaf of When Pigs Fly bread, a.k.a. my weakness. Instead I had an apple early afternoon and some Poland Spring seltzer. Then I made some diced tomatoes and mozarella with oil and vinegar and spices on it [so good] when I thought we weren't doing anything for supper. Of course, then we decided to go get mexican at La Tacqueria Mexicana [apologies on that spelling], which we did. I had a chicken quesadilla and some rice and beans and an ass-load of chips and salsa to pre-game. I also had 2 fruity margaritas, these are the real thing not the 100% corn syrup frozen margaritas, but I know booze isn't the best thing for rapid weight loss. I'm at a point now where I enjoy my cocktails, and I'd like to keep them in my life. We shall see; Darling always says the best way to lose weight is to stop drinking for a while.
To set this indulgence off, we walked there and back, which is probably a mile each way. To further set that off, I had intentions of hitting up JP Licks for a cone on the dog path. I vetoed this, some creeps have been harrassing yuppies on the path lately and STEALING IPHONES. I can't imagine what I would do if some motherfucker got a hold of mine, so I'm steering clear for a while. Instead, got a pint of Half Baked at Dillip's and rationed myself out a very small portion. Yeah, self restraint!
Tonight's plus: I stopped to get a water on my way home and a fellow patron commented that she "loved my hayh cullah". She was sweet, I blushed and thanked her. Then on my way out, I heard her say to the clerk "Yeah, you'll staht seeing all the students back around now". She thinks I'm 20, maybe even 18: YES! Black hooded sweatshirt, works every time.
Tonight's wahhh-wahhh: Arrived home to a darkened house [Darling is off at a party, I'm anti-social]. Wandered barefoot into the kitchen to get a spoon and mug for the B&J. Upon closing in on the light switch, I stopped short upon seeing what looked like an odd dark little shadow on the floor. Thought to myself - sarcastically- "Ha, it's probably a dead mouse, I hate this place". Well the lights go on and Yahtzee! The welcome wagon is here in a tiny lifeless grey body, gross claws and little teeth blazing. We seriously need to move. Until then, flip flops on at all times.
All in all, the Sox won. It still feels like summer. I'm in the middle of a 3 day weekend. I have a pile of magazines and bad cable waiting for me. Barbecue with my parents coming up on Monday. Life is good.
So I was successful with my hour on the bike, I tuned into MTV's new show, Busted instead of Intervention. MTV puts crack in their TV, I swear. I am a college-educated, professional, late-20 something, who grew up in a good home, without real cable, and I will sit in front of a Making Of The Band marathon like there is no tomorrow. Busted is awesome, it's COPS for the under 25 crowd, lots of pot and DUI citations, lots of dumbasses, love it.
I biked and then did my poor form arm exercises. With an old Cosmo Girl article and Ed's help, I made up a regimen of 6 arm exercises. At this point, I'm happy just to be doing them. Darling commented the other day that my form is crap and offered to help me fix that. I told him thanks but I'm going to hold off until I get more accustomed to doing the reps [15 each for each arm, sadly that's a lot for me], then fix my form. Right now between that and the bike, I am utterly exhausted when I complete them and that is enough for me.
As bonus points, I walked to and from Davis to pick up some dry cleaning. I resisted the urge to pick up a loaf of When Pigs Fly bread, a.k.a. my weakness. Instead I had an apple early afternoon and some Poland Spring seltzer. Then I made some diced tomatoes and mozarella with oil and vinegar and spices on it [so good] when I thought we weren't doing anything for supper. Of course, then we decided to go get mexican at La Tacqueria Mexicana [apologies on that spelling], which we did. I had a chicken quesadilla and some rice and beans and an ass-load of chips and salsa to pre-game. I also had 2 fruity margaritas, these are the real thing not the 100% corn syrup frozen margaritas, but I know booze isn't the best thing for rapid weight loss. I'm at a point now where I enjoy my cocktails, and I'd like to keep them in my life. We shall see; Darling always says the best way to lose weight is to stop drinking for a while.
To set this indulgence off, we walked there and back, which is probably a mile each way. To further set that off, I had intentions of hitting up JP Licks for a cone on the dog path. I vetoed this, some creeps have been harrassing yuppies on the path lately and STEALING IPHONES. I can't imagine what I would do if some motherfucker got a hold of mine, so I'm steering clear for a while. Instead, got a pint of Half Baked at Dillip's and rationed myself out a very small portion. Yeah, self restraint!
Tonight's plus: I stopped to get a water on my way home and a fellow patron commented that she "loved my hayh cullah". She was sweet, I blushed and thanked her. Then on my way out, I heard her say to the clerk "Yeah, you'll staht seeing all the students back around now". She thinks I'm 20, maybe even 18: YES! Black hooded sweatshirt, works every time.
Tonight's wahhh-wahhh: Arrived home to a darkened house [Darling is off at a party, I'm anti-social]. Wandered barefoot into the kitchen to get a spoon and mug for the B&J. Upon closing in on the light switch, I stopped short upon seeing what looked like an odd dark little shadow on the floor. Thought to myself - sarcastically- "Ha, it's probably a dead mouse, I hate this place". Well the lights go on and Yahtzee! The welcome wagon is here in a tiny lifeless grey body, gross claws and little teeth blazing. We seriously need to move. Until then, flip flops on at all times.
All in all, the Sox won. It still feels like summer. I'm in the middle of a 3 day weekend. I have a pile of magazines and bad cable waiting for me. Barbecue with my parents coming up on Monday. Life is good.
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