Something magical happened last night: I drank
lots of wine and I don't feel like death this morning! Don't say anything to the hangover police though, I'm sure they'd hate to know I somehow skipped out on that. They're probably out taking care of everybody who celebrated St. Patrick's Day over the weekend which, to be honest, irritated me so much because St. Patrick's Day is 1) just an excuse to get drunk and who needs an excuse for that?, and 2) SPD is TODAY and it was NOT Saturday night so I tried my very hardest not to double tap any premature SPD posts on Instagram on principle. But if I messed up and double tapped your SPD post then you can blame this giant glass of wine I drank on Saturday night.
Actually you can blame the second one. Or the third. It was delicious and I have no regrets.
I felt like I did a whole lotta nothing this weekend and you guys probably don't really want to hear about it but guess what, I'm going to tell you anyway! I ate my weight in tri tip and sausage on Friday night and I have no regrets. Oh and there was wine. And Cribbage. And It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. My life is full of wine right now which is probably why I started out talking about Saturday and now I'm backtracking and talking about Friday.
Let's go back to Saturday. I know a lot of you are still experiencing winter (what exactly is that though?) but we almost hit 90 degrees over the weekend and despite the heat I STILL got my butt outside to "run." I'm a horrible runner. I checked myself out in the windows of buildings I passed and I'm just really shocked that nobody stopped me to ask if I was ok or if I would like them to call me an ambulance because I looked like I was about to pass out. I get all hunched over and I'm so slow and I TRY to have good posture but sometimes I forget because I'm mostly just focused on, you know, not dying. But anyway, it was so hot and I was the sweatiest person in the world and it sucked and then I took a picture for the internet. (Actually I took it for Kevin to show him how lucky he is but now you all get to be lucky also.)
I also went through some old pictures and found this gem... and some others of my 13 year old self rocking a gold bikini that will never see the light of the internet because as much as I'd like to think I resemble Princes Leia, I really just resemble a teenager trying to impress Tyra Banks and failing hard. I'm on the left with that cool camo hat and this is the only time I will bare my midriff online. Never again. I'm 99% sure I was trying to be one of the Backstreet Boys here. Or maybe a Spice Girl. I never knew anything about either of those groups except that Baby Spice had blonde pigtails. Totes nailed it. Juliette just stop talking... and stop saying totes.
Let's skip forward to Sunday. Kevin's parents were in town visiting their family and I saw them at church which would have been really awkward and uncomfortable if he and I hadn't gotten back together. We talked for a while and they failed at masking their excitement that he's in my Facebook profile picture. Also, his grandma said my picture gives her "the fuzzies." I'm not quite sure what that means but I don't think I hate it. Then his parents said, "If you ever want to stay at our house when you visit him you're more than welcome to. You know, if you ever feel like you just need space from him." I smiled sweetly and said "Thank you" but in my head I was like hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaah like that's going to happen.
So after I rekindled my relationship with Kevin's parents, Cristen and I decided to go be active and we walk/jogged 5.25 miles to and from the beach and it was hot and we didn't run very much but Cristen totally could have run the whole time because she's a badass runner. And I decided that when I'm wearing a headband and my hair is pulled back I look like a boy.
The beach was more crowded than I've ever seen it, which isn't saying much because 1) I hardly ever go to the beach, and 2) it was almost 90 degrees so obviously people would go to the beach.
Are you regretting clicking on this post yet?
Are you even still reading?
Also, do you have any suggestions on where I should go to buy running/hiking clothes? Because the capris I usually wear have a hole in them from my hiking escapade with Kevin and my sports bras are really old and not very supportive at all and the girls are not very happy with me about their lack of support. And I just keep telling them to DEAL WITH IT but they're like, dude, when you have saggy boobs at age 40 you'll be regretting your life choices and I feel like I should pay attention to them.
And to make up for the sweaty pictures here's one of me from this morning with my Farrah Fawcett hair. Rawr.