ugghhh...
can't sleep.
I spent the last week at a convention in Philly. I slept, like, 4 hours a night. I ate badly, drank too much, stood around on concrete floors until my knees begged me to cut them out of my legs, and utterly failed to do any exercise whatsoever. Also, I had a fabulous time. :) Weird, huh? I only get to see these co-workers at this conference. And they didn't hold this conference last year due to the economy. So, I had a lot of catching up to do, and I enjoyed it. I even got to practice my very bad French with a very patient colleague. He was trying to sell me on the virtues of Quebec, which I think is too cold for belief. He pointed at the guy next to him, Nicolas, and told this story... "Nicolas moved from Paris to Quebec a few years ago. At the beginning of his first winter, we were leaving the office to go for lunch, and it was -15. He shivered, he bundled up, he said it was so damn cold he was going to pack up and move back to Paris as soon as possible. And then, the end of the winter rolled around. We were stepping out for lunch again, and it was -15 again. And he walked out with his coat unzipped, and said how lovely and warm the weather felt."
I think he was trying to convince me I'd get used to it. Either that, or he was trying to convince me that the cold causes dementia.
I had a wonderful visit with kristenred and ohberon, and veetor, and illian, and 2manynotes, and edabagel, and archanglrobriel this weekend. kristenred organized it all, she and the boys executed it beautifully. i just showed up and stuffed my face and told stories all night. we decided at the end of the evening that we were all too old, too full of good food, and too tired to go out clubbing in the gayborhood. maybe if we'd had a hot tub time machine and could've gone out as our '80s selves we could've pulled it off. :) every once in a while i get to bitching about how much i hate dallas because i don't have a real community here the way i have in austin. i think the little gathering this weekend kinda kicked the wind outta that particular rant. i'll go bury it in a box in the back yard and come up with some other reason to hate this plastic-molded monstrosity of a metroplex.
also, i have to get up at obscene o'clock in the morning to do a swim workout for the triathlon class. sleep is eluding me, that wicked witch. send her my way if you see her, willya?
i had a heinous workout this weekend for the triathlon thing. i was at my friend's house to pick her up so we could carpool at 6:45 AM. so you already know the day was off to a bad start. we worked out for 4 hours and i got home at 1:30 PM. it was LONG. in spite of all the struggles i had with my breathing on the swim, i think it gave me the confidence that i'll be able to actually finish the "My First Tri" race in june. keep your fingers crossed for me, ok? the last one ended ignominously with a kayak towing my asthmatic ass out of the lake. the on-staff paramedics graciously came to check me out and went off looking for some albuterol, but by the time they got their shit together, i'd been sitting on the dock long enough to get it back under control. i hadn't really thought about it until just now, but i'm pissed off about that. i could've died on that boat dock. i don't wanna think about that. i'm gonna count my blessings and go to bed now.
i'm off to try sleeping again.
I spent the last week at a convention in Philly. I slept, like, 4 hours a night. I ate badly, drank too much, stood around on concrete floors until my knees begged me to cut them out of my legs, and utterly failed to do any exercise whatsoever. Also, I had a fabulous time. :) Weird, huh? I only get to see these co-workers at this conference. And they didn't hold this conference last year due to the economy. So, I had a lot of catching up to do, and I enjoyed it. I even got to practice my very bad French with a very patient colleague. He was trying to sell me on the virtues of Quebec, which I think is too cold for belief. He pointed at the guy next to him, Nicolas, and told this story... "Nicolas moved from Paris to Quebec a few years ago. At the beginning of his first winter, we were leaving the office to go for lunch, and it was -15. He shivered, he bundled up, he said it was so damn cold he was going to pack up and move back to Paris as soon as possible. And then, the end of the winter rolled around. We were stepping out for lunch again, and it was -15 again. And he walked out with his coat unzipped, and said how lovely and warm the weather felt."
I think he was trying to convince me I'd get used to it. Either that, or he was trying to convince me that the cold causes dementia.
I had a wonderful visit with kristenred and ohberon, and veetor, and illian, and 2manynotes, and edabagel, and archanglrobriel this weekend. kristenred organized it all, she and the boys executed it beautifully. i just showed up and stuffed my face and told stories all night. we decided at the end of the evening that we were all too old, too full of good food, and too tired to go out clubbing in the gayborhood. maybe if we'd had a hot tub time machine and could've gone out as our '80s selves we could've pulled it off. :) every once in a while i get to bitching about how much i hate dallas because i don't have a real community here the way i have in austin. i think the little gathering this weekend kinda kicked the wind outta that particular rant. i'll go bury it in a box in the back yard and come up with some other reason to hate this plastic-molded monstrosity of a metroplex.
also, i have to get up at obscene o'clock in the morning to do a swim workout for the triathlon class. sleep is eluding me, that wicked witch. send her my way if you see her, willya?
i had a heinous workout this weekend for the triathlon thing. i was at my friend's house to pick her up so we could carpool at 6:45 AM. so you already know the day was off to a bad start. we worked out for 4 hours and i got home at 1:30 PM. it was LONG. in spite of all the struggles i had with my breathing on the swim, i think it gave me the confidence that i'll be able to actually finish the "My First Tri" race in june. keep your fingers crossed for me, ok? the last one ended ignominously with a kayak towing my asthmatic ass out of the lake. the on-staff paramedics graciously came to check me out and went off looking for some albuterol, but by the time they got their shit together, i'd been sitting on the dock long enough to get it back under control. i hadn't really thought about it until just now, but i'm pissed off about that. i could've died on that boat dock. i don't wanna think about that. i'm gonna count my blessings and go to bed now.
i'm off to try sleeping again.