Our Fourth of July weekend, in brief:
Miles run: 8(ish) (four each on Friday and Saturday -- I'm not exactly burning up the pavement these days)
Amount of sweat produced: Buckets (it was SO humid; we're having such a weird summer)
Ears of corn on the cob consumed (not while running (or sweating)): 1, the first of the season (with approximately 1 stick of butter and 1 pound of salt, yum)
Bowls of peanut butter brownie + Edy's Butterfinger Loaded ice cream consumed: 2 (the next time you make brownies, stir about a half cup or more of peanut butter into the batter and dump in some Reese's peanut butter chips, then dollop some Butterfinger Loaded on there when the brownies are still warm; I promise, you will never regret this)
Museums visited: 1 (the Met)
Pushy old people who stood directly in front of the paintings we wanted to see: 1,982 (approximate)
Clueless people who touched artwork in spite of "Do Not Touch" signs on every surface: 63 (approximate)
Movies watched: 1.7 (Wong Kar-Wai's "In the Mood for Love" -- awesome; also the last part of "Chariots of Fire" and final few minutes of "Kill Bill Part II" on TV)
Naps taken: 2 (for some reason, I am unable to sit on the couch and read for any appreciable length of time; it inevitably turns into a nap)
Glasses of prosecco consumed at belated five-year anniversary dinner with B&C: 4 (maybe 5? maybe one or two too many?)
Times I may or may not have loudly said the word "vasectomy" in a crowded restaurant (NOTE: this term in no way relates to anyone who was seated at our table, and I have no idea how it entered into the discussion at all): 5, possibly more
Fireworks celebrations watched on TV: 1.2 (caught the beginning of the Boston Pops after watching the weirdly awkward New York presentation, which ended with something of a whimper, didn't it? Where was the big final push, the properly New York-scale spectacle of light? Meh)
Time spent drooling over Roger Federer: 10-12 minutes (I only caught a few minutes of the match and then watched the coverage of the awards and such -- dude is HOT, and I love his uber-preppy white cable-knit cardigan {swoon})
Times I thought my left leg might fly off my body: 67 (I seem to be suffering from sciatica and/or piriformis inflammation -- I get this shooting pain from my, ah, rear area down to my toes that feels like it's going to fire my leg off in a random direction, especially when I've been sitting for a while. Ow.)
Hours spent sitting at my computer, working: 8+
I'm getting my butt handed to me at work this week, so I probably won't be around much for the next few days. However, this coming weekend is our Old Skool Southern Baby Shower in my hometown, given by Allison and her mom, so that will be a good diversion, and I shall return with pictures and such. Hooray!
Have a great week!
Hope the tough week flies since you have the shower to look forward to.
BTW, I was hoping that in a "wow-my-life-is-full-of-coincidences" moment I would see a post exclaiming that you were on your way to Vietnam after reading about the country in the latest issue of AAA Magazine. Maybe I should read that issue every night in hopes that that day quickly rolls around.
Posted by: JP | July 06, 2008 at 10:17 PM
Oh, I would not be able to HANDLE it if I saw people touching artwork! Then again, I am a strict "rules follower" so I guess that's pretty much in character
:) Becky
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Posted by: Becky | July 07, 2008 at 01:08 PM
That pain you felt on your butt...yousa!!! That mess hurts!
Posted by: Jakki | July 07, 2008 at 02:39 PM
In The Mood For Love is one of my favorite movies. It is so sad and beautiful and those dresses...I think I'll go re-watch it right now.
Posted by: blakspring | July 20, 2008 at 10:05 PM