Shhhh....don't read so loud.
Just back from a 4 day bender in Vegas with the girls...oy...my body hates me. Took an extra day off work to let my liver detox.
People don't eat in Vegas. Did you know that? I think we ate once a day, and the rest? Liquid calories. Sad Sad Sad state of affairs.
Cute boys in Vegas too...did you know? Oh. My. Cute.
Studio 54. Margaritaville. and 80 bucks for 4 aces at the nickel poker machine. Sweet dreams are made of these my friends...sweet dreams and hangovers.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Right. So, if you're looking to lose about 9 lbs, you can totally do it with a 5 day stint with my friend the flu. Or, more precisely, some flu-type-ailment, since I totally don't do doctors, so it's best not to assume it was actually Mr. Influenza that knocked me off my ass, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a close relative. Maybe even an in-bred one. It's especially nice if you enjoy lying on the bathroom floor with your head pressed against the tile floor, which I incidentally thought was a whole lot cleaner before I had the opportunity to inspect it at close range, while wrapped in the only clean blanket that made it past the other 5 people in the house that were joining me on my little adventure. But, on the positive side, puking can be quite the ab workout. Just in case you were wondering.
And does it piss anyone else off that if I'd have had this, say, two weeks ago, my weigh in for the contest would have been much more impressive?
So, other than that, things have been status quo. I've backed off the workouts a bit and loosened up the menu, more for mental reasons then anything else, and I'm going to Vegas this weekend with two friends, so basically I plan on taking it easy till we get back. You do know they have buffets in Vegas right? Makes portion control a bit more tricky for me.
Oh, and my husband and I celebrated our 10th anniversary. We went to a fancy schmancy restaurant (4 star, impressed? don't be, we got a gift certificate). I actually had to go buy an outfit, since I'm smaller then my big clothes, and just a touch too big for my small clothes, and then, doing our best to look rather important and impressive, hit the restaurant. We sat in the lounge, which, apparently if you have a fancy schmancy restaurant you call the "living room" and scarfed down on the best mixed nuts I've ever had (mmmm...candied walnuts), got to our table, placed our order for our appetizer (which, from the little I had, was terrible) and were discussing how snobby the staff was (they make their bus-boys wear tuxes) and how we couldn't have been more out of place if we'd have been wearing clown suits complete with floppy shoes and squirting flowers, when my husband started having an allergic reaction to one of the nuts in the mix. Check please.
Get to the car, and, of course, I have to drive, have I ever told you that I HATE driving downtown with all the one way streets, and the people that just walk in the middle of the street paying no attention to the BIG CAR trying to drive and the generally having no idea where the hell I am, because I never go down there, searching what is essentially a dead city for some sign of a Walgreens, or, I don't know, maybe a hospital? Finally found a gas station that had some knock-off brand of benedryl, forced that down my gasping husbands throat, and headed back to the highway to try and find a hospital. He fell asleep and was still breathing, so I decided to drive back to the house where we had medicine...made him take that, and 20 minutes later, he was fine. On the plus side? We called the restaurant to find out what was in the nut mix, and told them why, and they said they were sending us a dinner for two. Hasn't arrived yet, so we'll see.
And does it piss anyone else off that if I'd have had this, say, two weeks ago, my weigh in for the contest would have been much more impressive?
So, other than that, things have been status quo. I've backed off the workouts a bit and loosened up the menu, more for mental reasons then anything else, and I'm going to Vegas this weekend with two friends, so basically I plan on taking it easy till we get back. You do know they have buffets in Vegas right? Makes portion control a bit more tricky for me.
Oh, and my husband and I celebrated our 10th anniversary. We went to a fancy schmancy restaurant (4 star, impressed? don't be, we got a gift certificate). I actually had to go buy an outfit, since I'm smaller then my big clothes, and just a touch too big for my small clothes, and then, doing our best to look rather important and impressive, hit the restaurant. We sat in the lounge, which, apparently if you have a fancy schmancy restaurant you call the "living room" and scarfed down on the best mixed nuts I've ever had (mmmm...candied walnuts), got to our table, placed our order for our appetizer (which, from the little I had, was terrible) and were discussing how snobby the staff was (they make their bus-boys wear tuxes) and how we couldn't have been more out of place if we'd have been wearing clown suits complete with floppy shoes and squirting flowers, when my husband started having an allergic reaction to one of the nuts in the mix. Check please.
Get to the car, and, of course, I have to drive, have I ever told you that I HATE driving downtown with all the one way streets, and the people that just walk in the middle of the street paying no attention to the BIG CAR trying to drive and the generally having no idea where the hell I am, because I never go down there, searching what is essentially a dead city for some sign of a Walgreens, or, I don't know, maybe a hospital? Finally found a gas station that had some knock-off brand of benedryl, forced that down my gasping husbands throat, and headed back to the highway to try and find a hospital. He fell asleep and was still breathing, so I decided to drive back to the house where we had medicine...made him take that, and 20 minutes later, he was fine. On the plus side? We called the restaurant to find out what was in the nut mix, and told them why, and they said they were sending us a dinner for two. Hasn't arrived yet, so we'll see.
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