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Now That, I’ll Talk About

Today… my head hurts. I blame the four, ok five, glasses of red wine I had last night and the Yankees game once again lasting until midnight.  Thankfully, the outcome of last nights game was much more positive than the previous two.  A 10-1 victory?  I’ll take it.

Since the sun was out for the first time in years yesterday, the roommates and I decided to take advantage of it and meet at our new favorite place for dinner and drinks.  The American Tap Room menu makes me drool just reading it, and with $4 glasses of wine until 7 pm, you can see the appeal.  The beer menu is nothing to scoff at either; with a wide variety on tap, as you can probably imagine.

Anywhoodle, I ordered the Maryland Crab Soup and the Jerk Chicken Spring Rolls for my meal.  There was no description of the soup on the menu, so I was expecting typical cream based crab soup, but this was tomato based and full of veggies.  Not my favorite, but by no means bad.  The spring rolls were as delicious as the first time I had them, albeit spicy.  Thankfully I had a nice Cab to wash it down with.

The three of us sat at the bar watching the Phillies game and the first few innings of the Yankees game before heading home around 9:30.  Yayzies for both teams!  Also, can we just talk about how much Curtis Granderson rocked last night?  Seriously, look at these two game saving catches, talk about heart stopping moments.  Game five for the Yanks on Thursday and a potential clincher for the Phils tonight.

Prior to my night of baseball and excessive wine drinking, I manage to get in a 30 minute run on the treadmill.  A little over 3 miles, I think, but I’m not sure since the treadmill stopped and reset halfway through.  I needed to get two cardio sessions in early in the week since the only exercise I’ll get this weekend will be in the form of shaking my ass on the dance floor.  Dancing in heels is a great calf workout though.

Happy Wednesday!

Well, That Sucked

So yesterday was not a good day sports wise for me.  The Eagles lost, the Yankees lost, the Phillies lost… at least my fantasy team won?  It was a pathetic and frustrating showing all around, one that required pizza, a milkshake, and wine to get through.  Game 3 of the Yanks/Tigers series is tonight, here’s to hoping the Yankees bats come alive before the bottom of the 9th this time.  My heart can’t handle the stress.

Prior to the collapse of everyone I was cheering for yesterday, the weekend was pretty delightful.  Friday night a few friends came over and we sat out back around the chiminea roasting marshmallows and drinking.  Sweatshirts and Ugg boots were worn, and the heat from the fire was just enough to keep up warm in the quickly cooling temperatures.

Saturday morning I was up bright and early to get my hair done, and there was something seriously wrong with driving my route to work on a Saturday (hair salon is across the street).  Just got the exact same thing done as last time, dyed dark and had the side bangs trimmed much to Darren’s dismay. He doesn’t like them, at all.  Shockingly, it was raining, and once again our football game for the day was cancelled, which meant I spent the rest of the day and night on my couch watching sports.  I didn’t mind, at all.

I’m looking at a four-day work week ahead of me, so things could be worse.  One of my friends from home is getting married on Friday, so I’m off to PA on Thursday night.  The dress I’m wearing to the wedding has a lace back, so I’m getting my hair put up to show it off.  If anyone has any good websites of up-dos I could look at, I’d be very grateful as I have no idea what to do with my hair.  Gracias.

I hope everyone had a lovely weekend and your sports teams fared better than mine.  As long as they weren’t a team that beat one of mine.  Then, I hate you.

Playoff Time!

Number of pairs of jeans I tried on this morning before finding ones comfortable enough for an 8 hour work day? Three.  You guys, my thighs, they are killing me.  They are just not getting any smaller, no matter how many carbs or pieces of cheese I don’t eat.  It sucks.  I didn’t even buy wine until Thursday this week!  I have exactly 71 days to get myself looking good in a bathing suit so I don’t feel like a fatty mcfatterson next to Darren.  Help. (I know I’m not “fat” but he is in extremely good shape and I hate him).

So yeah, with that looming over my head, you would think I’d have worked out last night.  Nope.  I decided my muscles needed a rest day in the form of red wine, which I had two or three glasses of.  Sigh.  That means, in about two hours someone needs to come drag me away from my desk and to the gym so I can get a mid-day workout in.  Hmm there’s yoga at 12:30, maybe I’ll do that.  I probably won’t.

I think we are having some friends over tonight to do some drinking and have a fire in the chiminea, and of course watch baseball.  Tomorrow morning I will be up back by work bright and early to get my hair did.  My girl goes out on maternity leave, like next week, so I had to squeeze in one last appointment with her.  I’m hoping they can also do something about the eyebrow situation I’ve got going on.  They haven’t been touched since March.  It’s ugly.

Alright ya’ll, have a great weekend! Oh, and go Yankees!

And good luck to the Phillies tomorrow.