weekend time is happy time
I have such a nice weekend planned! Tonight I will see prettykate and eat pizza and drink beer. I have been healthy all day in preparation for being debauched tonight. And then maybe I will sing drunken kareoke! Hooray.
Saturday I expect I will need time to recover since I am a hundred years old, but then I will go to the gym, because I need to feel healthy again if I'm going to watch the roller derby championship bout. Can't go watching sporty awesome ladies doing their thing without building a little muscle tone first, right? What if they need me to jump in and assist from the stands (Answer: they will surely lose. Bronx, I do not advise you to do this.) If you are going to the bout, tell me or quickly make friends with me, because I don't think anyone I know will be in the stands.
Sunday I have brunch with an awesome (and perhaps my only unattached female) friend. We will spend a lot of time telling stories, and planning our trips to India. Rock.
Sunday night I have my underground dinner club (which is no longer quite so underground since they published an awesome cookbook about throwing dinners at an underground supper club, but what can you do) and I will probably drink too much and think everyone is my new BFF as usual, and then on Monday will be mortified by the ten thrillion photos of it on Facebook from my many new friends. It is always so worth it.
And then next week is a short week! 2.5 days, for me, anyway. Awesome blossom.
I can feel a cold/flu thing coming on and just want to say publicly - virus? You're on notice. I see what you're trying to do there, and I do not agree. Stop it right now.
Saturday I expect I will need time to recover since I am a hundred years old, but then I will go to the gym, because I need to feel healthy again if I'm going to watch the roller derby championship bout. Can't go watching sporty awesome ladies doing their thing without building a little muscle tone first, right? What if they need me to jump in and assist from the stands (Answer: they will surely lose. Bronx, I do not advise you to do this.) If you are going to the bout, tell me or quickly make friends with me, because I don't think anyone I know will be in the stands.
Sunday I have brunch with an awesome (and perhaps my only unattached female) friend. We will spend a lot of time telling stories, and planning our trips to India. Rock.
Sunday night I have my underground dinner club (which is no longer quite so underground since they published an awesome cookbook about throwing dinners at an underground supper club, but what can you do) and I will probably drink too much and think everyone is my new BFF as usual, and then on Monday will be mortified by the ten thrillion photos of it on Facebook from my many new friends. It is always so worth it.
And then next week is a short week! 2.5 days, for me, anyway. Awesome blossom.
I can feel a cold/flu thing coming on and just want to say publicly - virus? You're on notice. I see what you're trying to do there, and I do not agree. Stop it right now.