Cool Things
A and I went shopping at Target for our lunch today. I needed some fall clothes.
Guess what, people? I found two skirts that fit - size 8! Woo! Of course the jeans and the pants didn't fit, but I have sort of calculated that I'll be at ideal weight in November and so I've got two months to go - roughly 15 pounds or so.
I am proud of me!
Yesterday J, A, V and I went to lunch with S. (She doesn't work in our department, but she is funny as hell.)
We got into some strange discussion (us? No way!) about drinking. S was suggesting that if American kids were brought up allowed to drink wine in limited amounts, etc., drinking would be no damn big thing. That's how they do it in Europe and it seems to work just fine.
J was disparaging. "Kids are still gonna get to college and get shitfaced drunk," he insisted. "It's a rite of passage."
"Yes," I agreed, "but they won't be likely to drink 21 shots on their 21st birthdays and drop dead of alcohol poisoning."
"Maybe," he allowed, "but they are still gonna do 10 shots at a frat party and end up with their skirt up to their chin in the back of somebody's pick up."
"Well," I said, "that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun!"
He had to agree.
Guess what, people? I found two skirts that fit - size 8! Woo! Of course the jeans and the pants didn't fit, but I have sort of calculated that I'll be at ideal weight in November and so I've got two months to go - roughly 15 pounds or so.
I am proud of me!
Yesterday J, A, V and I went to lunch with S. (She doesn't work in our department, but she is funny as hell.)
We got into some strange discussion (us? No way!) about drinking. S was suggesting that if American kids were brought up allowed to drink wine in limited amounts, etc., drinking would be no damn big thing. That's how they do it in Europe and it seems to work just fine.
J was disparaging. "Kids are still gonna get to college and get shitfaced drunk," he insisted. "It's a rite of passage."
"Yes," I agreed, "but they won't be likely to drink 21 shots on their 21st birthdays and drop dead of alcohol poisoning."
"Maybe," he allowed, "but they are still gonna do 10 shots at a frat party and end up with their skirt up to their chin in the back of somebody's pick up."
"Well," I said, "that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun!"
He had to agree.