"Whatever America hopes to bring to pass in the world must first come to pass in the heart of America" -Dwight D. Eisenhower
Found that quote while snooping through Ant's passport and it inspired me to spend a few minutes thinking about the current state of this great country and its' citizens. Seriously, you guys don't even know what a huge patriotic sap I am! I've found the housing, banking, corporate, etc. situation to be absolutely disgusting. It literally makes me feel sick hearing/reading about it. Recently it seems we've been showing the world that our hearts are full of fear, greed, violence, apathy, and denial. Everything the 'ugly American' stereotype is made of.
I think it's gonna take a collective effort to get us out of this mess. I could go on and on and bore you all to tears by yakking about the bailout, the unemployment, the economy, the housing situation, the wars, etc., etc., but instead I'll just say this: It's time for us all to work together to show the world what's really in our hearts, and we also need to reexamine our priorities and stop being selfish, over-consuming pricks. Men and women who just can't be bothered to vote but still want all the benefits of being an American citizen are, in my opinion, just as guilty as the greedy pigs we've allowed to run our government and corporations. These are times of change, and the changes are necessary.
That being said, I'm freakin' outta here! I'm moving back to Seoul, bitches!! Flight leaves in 5 hours! My next post will be coming at you live from The Land Of The Morning Calm*!!!!!!
*I think they call it that because after noon, everything just totally goes to shit.
So, not the best pictures, but you can (sort of) see the bird that got trapped in our house this morning. The poor thing just kept flying headfirst into the window over and over. And over. And over. Until I finally got my hungover arse off the couch and went to see what the F all that noise was. I don't really like birds - they're right up there with monkeys in the "animals I wouldn't be sad to see become extinct" category, but I didn't want the dirty thing to start shitting all over the place so I did my best to usher it out. Man oh man was that ever a fiasco! Finally Ant was able to get it out with pretty minimal effort. Birds are too dumb to figure out how to fly back out through the same door they flew in, but they seem to have no trouble understanding that I hate them and they usually give me a pretty hard time about it. That, and catching Coraline in 3D, pretty much sums up my excitement for today.
Last night we had Ant's mom over for dinner, and Ant was awesome enough to cook us all some steak fajitas. It was looking like a nice, quiet evening with good fun and just a little wine, and - BAM!!! - these dudes show up:
So much for a quiet night! Stefaans, Cupcake, and Taylor. I love those guys! The downhill spiral pretty much went like this: wine ---> margaritas ---> beer ---> strawberry vodka ---> something I can't remember but had no business drinking ---> me waking up on the couch at the crack of dawn, holding my head and wondering why the room was spinning. Luckily I was able to catch a few photos before I crashed on the couch!
So much for a quiet night! Stefaans, Cupcake, and Taylor. I love those guys! The downhill spiral pretty much went like this: wine ---> margaritas ---> beer ---> strawberry vodka ---> something I can't remember but had no business drinking ---> me waking up on the couch at the crack of dawn, holding my head and wondering why the room was spinning. Luckily I was able to catch a few photos before I crashed on the couch!
While reading a blog that never fails to crack me up, I came across a topic she had given her readers to help those who were suffering from blogger's block. Since all I do on my blog is talk shit about how awesome I am I never run out of things to say, but her suggestion did remind me of a story I posted eons ago on my old blog that I thought I'd share with you guys. Cause you know me, I'm all about sharing with others!
First, the little prompt: What made you say it? Tell a story (maybe of the first time it happened, maybe not) about a time you said 'I love you' to someone who wasn't a member of your family. Or write about someone you wish you'd said (or never said) 'I love you' to.
And now, without further ado, someone I still love with all my heart, but kind of wish I had never told anyone about. One day you wake up, all tangled up in love, with no way to get out of it. I hope it never happens to you.
Wandering through the streets surrounding Korea University in Seoul, having had more than my share of cheap yellow beer, I turn to my friend Achilles (yup, that's seriously his real name) and blurt out, "I just love him so much!! I totally want him to be mine!" To this day, I still remember the look he gave me.
"Really?!?"
"Yes!"
"Him?!?"
"YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!"
"You're a moron."
"I knoooow, but I can't heeeeelp it!!!!"
I looked directly at the object of my affection and silently mouthed the words "I looooove you" before Achilles drug me away, shaking his head in a combination of disbelief and disgust.
We proceeded to meet up with my then boyfriend Seung Hyun, and the three of us made it our mission to get stupid drunk, obnoxiously loud, and eat our own weight in fried chicken (not necessarily in that order). For some reason I remember Achilles and I trying to explain the ridiculousness of American wedding receptions to Seung Hyun, but I doubt he got much of a cultural lesson from us since I think we mostly yelled things like, "ELECTRIC SLIDE!!!" and then spent the next 5 minutes convulsing with laughter and giving each other high fives while poor Seung Hyun sat quietly with a puzzled look on his face.
Other than that, all I remember is the awful, awful hangover I woke up with the next morning around 7 a.m. You've all been there before, I know you have...the terrible, throbbing headache, that awful watery mouth/I'm about to puke feeling, the spinning room, and the unmistakeable knowledge that there was definitely someone unfamiliar in my bed with me.
Now, maybe some of you mofos are used to waking up with zero short term memory and some unknown weirdo in your bed with you (Brownie, I'm talking to you here) and that's totally fine, I'm certainly not one to judge, but it definitely ain't my style and I had NO IDEA what my next move should be. I pieced together what I could remember of the end of the night...taxi to my street in Yaksu...said goodbye to Seung Hyun at the bottom of the enormous hill my building was on, staggered up the hill...puked my guts out on the side of my building (What?!? I never claimed to be fucking classy!). From the time I had said goodbye to Seung Hyun I was alone, it couldn't have taken me more than 10 minutes to get up the hill, maybe another 5 to add a splash of color to the far wall of the place, so who the fuck was in my bed with me???? By now I had worked myself into quite an uproar, and really had no idea how I was going to get myself out of this one.
So without even turning my head to see who was hogging the blankets I totally panicked, screamed, fell out of my bed, knocked over my entire nightstand and all the contents on/in it, and generally caused an enormous racket. Yup, I'm smooth like that.
I had caused enough of a commotion to wake the dead, and there was nothing from the other side of the bed...no movement, no noise, nothing. Hmmm...odd. Finally, I picked my head up (a feat in itself considering the enormous hangover I was suffering with) and saw......
Jack stayed by my side throughout many of my adventures in Korea. We watched countless hours of bootleg movies and outdated celebrity gossip together, we took naps and nursed hangovers, he waited patiently for me to come home while I worked or went out, and he let me cry on his shoulder when I was homesick or PMSing or just felt like crying for any old reason. When my blood cells plummeted and I had to decipher scary words like "relapse" and "chemotherapy" and "tumor" in a language and culture I didn't fully understand, he was the only one there when I said the awful truth aloud for the first time. I'm not proud to admit it, but he took quite a beating more than a few times as I frustratingly made my way through doctors who still believed in fan death, translators who didn't speak English, and a boss who said God was punishing me and this never would have happened if I had gotten married. Aside from the few times he became my punching bag, we never fought, because he had perfected the awesome skill of knowing how to keep his big mouth shut!! It was the best relationship of my life.
And then one day, I woke up feeling stuck. It was time for me to leave Korea, time for me to move on, time for me to maybe start listening to what other people had to say. But I had pledged my undying love to him that night on the street corner, and probably on several occasions since then. I couldn't just discard him! His big, nonblinking eyes would haunt me forever! What could I do?!? He had totally been there for me, and now that he was becoming a bit of an inconvenience I was looking to take the easy way out and just dump him. Is that the kind of person I wanted to be? Someone who ran from relationships/responsibilities the second they got a little complicated? I mean, I still loved him, I just couldn't deal with him anymore! I needed space - literally!!! - I had a ton of shit to haul back to the states and only a backpack and medium sized suitcase to get the job done! Sigh.
By now you must be on the edge of your seats, biting your nails, wondering desperately how this story ends. So now that I've made this short story incredibly long, I'll fill you in on the lesson I learned the hard way, in hopes that it will possibly spare you some anguish in the future.
LOVE AIN'T CHEAP!!!
I have spent a bloody fortune mailing that dude from Korea to Pennsylvania, from Pennsylvania to California, and on and on it goes as I get ready to leave California for my next destination, which I already know won't be a permanent destination. What can I say? A commitment is a commitment.
And at least he never complains!
First, the little prompt: What made you say it? Tell a story (maybe of the first time it happened, maybe not) about a time you said 'I love you' to someone who wasn't a member of your family. Or write about someone you wish you'd said (or never said) 'I love you' to.
And now, without further ado, someone I still love with all my heart, but kind of wish I had never told anyone about. One day you wake up, all tangled up in love, with no way to get out of it. I hope it never happens to you.
Wandering through the streets surrounding Korea University in Seoul, having had more than my share of cheap yellow beer, I turn to my friend Achilles (yup, that's seriously his real name) and blurt out, "I just love him so much!! I totally want him to be mine!" To this day, I still remember the look he gave me.
"Really?!?"
"Yes!"
"Him?!?"
"YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!"
"You're a moron."
"I knoooow, but I can't heeeeelp it!!!!"
I looked directly at the object of my affection and silently mouthed the words "I looooove you" before Achilles drug me away, shaking his head in a combination of disbelief and disgust.
We proceeded to meet up with my then boyfriend Seung Hyun, and the three of us made it our mission to get stupid drunk, obnoxiously loud, and eat our own weight in fried chicken (not necessarily in that order). For some reason I remember Achilles and I trying to explain the ridiculousness of American wedding receptions to Seung Hyun, but I doubt he got much of a cultural lesson from us since I think we mostly yelled things like, "ELECTRIC SLIDE!!!" and then spent the next 5 minutes convulsing with laughter and giving each other high fives while poor Seung Hyun sat quietly with a puzzled look on his face.
Other than that, all I remember is the awful, awful hangover I woke up with the next morning around 7 a.m. You've all been there before, I know you have...the terrible, throbbing headache, that awful watery mouth/I'm about to puke feeling, the spinning room, and the unmistakeable knowledge that there was definitely someone unfamiliar in my bed with me.
Now, maybe some of you mofos are used to waking up with zero short term memory and some unknown weirdo in your bed with you (Brownie, I'm talking to you here) and that's totally fine, I'm certainly not one to judge, but it definitely ain't my style and I had NO IDEA what my next move should be. I pieced together what I could remember of the end of the night...taxi to my street in Yaksu...said goodbye to Seung Hyun at the bottom of the enormous hill my building was on, staggered up the hill...puked my guts out on the side of my building (What?!? I never claimed to be fucking classy!). From the time I had said goodbye to Seung Hyun I was alone, it couldn't have taken me more than 10 minutes to get up the hill, maybe another 5 to add a splash of color to the far wall of the place, so who the fuck was in my bed with me???? By now I had worked myself into quite an uproar, and really had no idea how I was going to get myself out of this one.
So without even turning my head to see who was hogging the blankets I totally panicked, screamed, fell out of my bed, knocked over my entire nightstand and all the contents on/in it, and generally caused an enormous racket. Yup, I'm smooth like that.
I had caused enough of a commotion to wake the dead, and there was nothing from the other side of the bed...no movement, no noise, nothing. Hmmm...odd. Finally, I picked my head up (a feat in itself considering the enormous hangover I was suffering with) and saw......
Jack stayed by my side throughout many of my adventures in Korea. We watched countless hours of bootleg movies and outdated celebrity gossip together, we took naps and nursed hangovers, he waited patiently for me to come home while I worked or went out, and he let me cry on his shoulder when I was homesick or PMSing or just felt like crying for any old reason. When my blood cells plummeted and I had to decipher scary words like "relapse" and "chemotherapy" and "tumor" in a language and culture I didn't fully understand, he was the only one there when I said the awful truth aloud for the first time. I'm not proud to admit it, but he took quite a beating more than a few times as I frustratingly made my way through doctors who still believed in fan death, translators who didn't speak English, and a boss who said God was punishing me and this never would have happened if I had gotten married. Aside from the few times he became my punching bag, we never fought, because he had perfected the awesome skill of knowing how to keep his big mouth shut!! It was the best relationship of my life.
And then one day, I woke up feeling stuck. It was time for me to leave Korea, time for me to move on, time for me to maybe start listening to what other people had to say. But I had pledged my undying love to him that night on the street corner, and probably on several occasions since then. I couldn't just discard him! His big, nonblinking eyes would haunt me forever! What could I do?!? He had totally been there for me, and now that he was becoming a bit of an inconvenience I was looking to take the easy way out and just dump him. Is that the kind of person I wanted to be? Someone who ran from relationships/responsibilities the second they got a little complicated? I mean, I still loved him, I just couldn't deal with him anymore! I needed space - literally!!! - I had a ton of shit to haul back to the states and only a backpack and medium sized suitcase to get the job done! Sigh.
By now you must be on the edge of your seats, biting your nails, wondering desperately how this story ends. So now that I've made this short story incredibly long, I'll fill you in on the lesson I learned the hard way, in hopes that it will possibly spare you some anguish in the future.
LOVE AIN'T CHEAP!!!
I have spent a bloody fortune mailing that dude from Korea to Pennsylvania, from Pennsylvania to California, and on and on it goes as I get ready to leave California for my next destination, which I already know won't be a permanent destination. What can I say? A commitment is a commitment.
And at least he never complains!
Congratulations to my good friend and fellow hasher Ate Ball, who just secured an awesome job in Qatar. I guarantee that place won't ever be the same after his arrival!! ATE!!! I'm soooo proud of you and I love you a ton and I know you're going to do great!!!! I'm so glad you're my friend! I can't wait to hear all about your new adventures!
While I was home in PA, my dear friend Quick N Little (that's us, above) was kind enough to throw together a last minute hash so I could get my yearly fix of the LVH3. A small, but lovable, group of half-minds assembled at Jabber Jaws in Allentown, PA for a beer or three before heading out on trail, which was set by QNL. We hashed our way through streets, alleys, parking lots...over fences, through a cemetary...all to finally arrive at our beverage of choice - BEER! Beer checks included Woody's and the Hotel Grand before we finally hashed our way back to Jabber's for the circle. It was a great trail - lots of fun, and the perfect amount of r*nning between checks! If you don't know what a hash is, click the link above, then find one near you and go!!! I've hashed all over the world, and it is always a damn good time!
I don't know if there's any research out there on the brain of a surfer, but seriously, it's like they can sense when and where the waves are. The forecast was calling for lousy weather today, so we made some plans to go to Marin and do some trail running along the cliffs so we could check out the waves crashing into them, which is super cool to watch. But, it turned out to be a sunny, gorgeous day. I swear to G.O.D that before he even opened his eyes this morning Ant was muttering shit like, "High tide at 8:48 a.m....swells from the south...storms are in the north...double overhead..." Seriously. How is it possible for him to know all that crap? I mean, ask him something important, like my birthday, favorite color/flower/anything, how to spell my last name for freak's sake, he's got no clue. But something like, "Hey Ant, what time was high tide at OB 3 Mondays ago?" and he's all, "Duuuude. 8:36. There were swells every 15 minutes. Duh!"
Anyway, we were gone for, no kidding, 15 minutes at the most, and by the time we got back the house was FILLED with dirty surfers! How does that happen?!? It's like there's some sort of weird telepathic surf message they send to each other. 
This morning we grabbed some coffee and walked down to the beach to check the surf, and it looked pretty good. Way better than yesterday, when it was huge and angry and we saw a surfer get sucked off by the tide and nearly get himself killed by being slammed into some huge rocks, and just as I was about to cry and say, "THERE'S NO F'ING WAY YOU'RE GOING NEAR THE WATER EVER AGAIN!! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!!!! IMAGINE THAT POOR SURFER'S GIRLFRIEND GETTING A CALL ABOUT HIM BEING SMASHED TO DEATH AGAINST A CLIFF!!" Ant was like, "There's no way I'm getting in there today! It's way too big!" And I was all, "What?!? You call that big?!? Wimp." Oh, and the surfer ended up making it out of the water, but his board was busted up and I bet he's still pumping pure adrenaline through his veins and telling anyone who will listen about his near death experience. 
Anyway, we were gone for, no kidding, 15 minutes at the most, and by the time we got back the house was FILLED with dirty surfers! How does that happen?!? It's like there's some sort of weird telepathic surf message they send to each other. 
Ant got busy making everyone bfast, and the rest of the boys checked every online surf report they could find while chatting about wind and waves and storms and what size boards to take and which wetsuits to wear. It's like a whole other language, and the only part of it I understood was that there would be no trip to Marin for us today. I don't mind too much, though. It gives me a chance to sing and dance my way through the house to Seasons of Love, from the Rent soundtrack, which is not something I have the opportunity to do very often. Plus, Ant gets to use his brand-spankin'-new board, bought for him by the world's greatest girlfriend ever!
Yesterday Ant surprised me with a book of poetry by Nikki Giovanni, so after I was done becoming a red head (did you notice the new hair color?) I lounged on my favorite stoop and read the whole book. Here's one of my favorites:
Bicycles
Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt
Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right
Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter
The dog thinks
I need a kiss
Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October Sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there
All day long I wait
For the sunset
The first star
The moon rise
I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers
Like it? I sure do.
Having spent the last 2 months or so dropping less-than-subtle hints about a cute little cajun restaurant on Irving that I really, really wanted to try, I finally decided to take matters into my own hands and made a reservation, then sent Ant a text that said, "I made reservations for the date you're taking me on tonight!" It didn't take him long to figure out that if he put in a few hours with me last night I wouldn't be able to say anything when he decided to spend the rest of the weekend surfing. Smart boy. So we went to dinner and had a great time. The food was good and we somehow ended up in a conversation about quantum physics, which happens to be one of my favorite topics! After dinner we headed into Japantown for some live music at The Boom Boom Room. They had a slightly above average sounding bluegrass band playing. Their timing was a bit off, and they seemed to lack energy, but they weren't terrible so we stayed for a few drinks and a little dancing. When we got home we found Matt and Garen hanging out in the kitchen, so we hung out with them for a bit before heading to bed. It's a tough life, but someone's got to live it! ;-)
"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.
Found this on my friend Achilles' site, and decided to repost it because it's just absolutely fucking gorgeous. Seriously, is there anything more beautiful than love??? If this video doesn't touch you, you're not human.
I'm trying to get Rockzilla (that's the name of my brand-spanking-new ipod) a little organized, and I wanna get a few running playlists on there. I'm a bit sick of the songs I've been running to, so I need some new music. What are you guys running to? Any suggestions???
And since you mofos aren't very good at leaving me comments, I'll entice you to participate by promising to mail you your very own copy of my playlist if you recommend a song. Really. Even if your song sucks.
And since you mofos aren't very good at leaving me comments, I'll entice you to participate by promising to mail you your very own copy of my playlist if you recommend a song. Really. Even if your song sucks.
Have you guys met my good friend Cassidy? No?!? I didn't think there was anyone on the planet who didn't know Cass. Going to a bar with this guy can be quite annoying when it's time to leave cause he's gotta shake hands, kiss babies, and say goodbye to about a kazillion people and I'm all, "DUDE! I WAS READY TO LEAVE 6 HOURS AGO!!" He's so freaking popular we can't even get through a few miles on trail without him having to touch base with his fans. Grrr!! Who talks on their cell phone while they're hiking?!?!?
Anyway, Cass is, truly, one of my favorite people on the planet. We met almost 13 years ago, when I was a mere 20 year old and he tried to pick me up at the bar I worked at. I was like, "Don't you think you're too old for me?!? Ugh!" And we've been friends ever since. See? Here we are being friends:
Anyway, Cass is, truly, one of my favorite people on the planet. We met almost 13 years ago, when I was a mere 20 year old and he tried to pick me up at the bar I worked at. I was like, "Don't you think you're too old for me?!? Ugh!" And we've been friends ever since. See? Here we are being friends:
Whenever I get to PA we always have bfast at Nicks, then head off to Jim Thorpe, PA to do some hiking, then have some beer at one of the local bars (usually JT's). So, that's what we did this time around, too. It's our thing. The trail was a bit icy, which caused a few bruises when I fell, but it wasn't cold at all and I had a super fun time. The trail pretty much goes straight up past 3 waterfalls and in the winter there are always ice climbers doing their thing by the highest fall. The trail tops out just beyond the edge of the 3rd fall, and every year some moron gets too close to the edge and plummets to the sharp rocks below, which doesn't sound like a very good way to go to me. Here's some pics from our hike the other day:
Pawn shop...dollar store...crack bar...prostitutes on corner...another pawn shop...store that somehow stays open even though all they seem to sell is lottery tickets and phone cards...used furniture store...check cashing place...
Yup, I must be back in good ol' Allentown, PA.
My time in Sunbury was awesome, thanks to my amazing family and friends. This might've been the best Valentine's Day I've ever had. I went for a little bonding time/retail therapy with my mom, and she bought me a super cool V-day gift. I don't wanna say what it is, since I don't think she gave either of my brothers anything, but it has the letter i in it, as well as the letters p-o-d. And the word "touch" might be in there, too. It can only mean one thing, really: Clearly, I am the favorite child. And all this time we thought Eben was the favorite. HA! Suck it, brothers!!
After the shopping, I met up with an old friend that I hadn't seen since high school and we went for some grub. Being Valentine's Day, we decided to go to the most romantic of places in Central PA - The Super Chinese Buffet. Mostly, I ate about a zillion tons of lo mein while he made fun of all the trouble I got us in back in high school. He kept using the word "us," but as I recall I was the only one sitting my ass in detention. In all fairness, though, he did let me copy his Algebra II homework almost everyday, so I guess we're equal. After we were done talking crap about high school we moved on to lots of other topics and it turned out to be a pretty good afternoon.
After all that lo mein I was in need of a nap, so I slept for a bit, read for a bit, and then had dinner with my parents. After that I headed over to my cousin Amy's house and the rest of the night was spent there and at a local bar with her and another cousin, Angie, having a few drinks and giggling like school girls and talking about all kinds of stuff. Angie married into my family (SUCKER!!!) so during the course of the conversation I learned all kinds of interesting things about my cousin Eric!!
And now, I'm back in The Lehigh Valley! Haven't done much running on this trip, but tomorrow night is a special LVH3 pub crawl in honor of yours truly. Starts at 6 (I think) at Jabber Jaws in Allentown, so y'all should stop on by! Email me for deets if you need them. Hashing doesn't really count as exercise, but I'll be hiking with Cassidy for a bit during the day so I guess that's better than nothing.
Updates and pics re: midget wrestling and other bits of ridiculousness are coming, I promise!
Finally made it to PA!! All that wind on the east coast meant I got in about 5 hours late. Being stranded at the Phoenix airport for a few hours gave me time to get a decent run in. 40 minutes around and around terminal A. Got some strange looks, but I tend to get those whether I'm running or not. The delays also gave me time to try Gordon Biersch's Blonde Bock, which was super yummy. My trip to PA included not only wind and delays and an overly nosy seat mate who thinks my name is Sarah, but also a short drive from Newark, NJ to Allentown. Which should have been totally uneventful, and would have been, if it hadn't been for the Hertz Rental Car Lady. The Hertz Rental Car Lady who was RELENTLESS in her scheme to convince me I needed to pay an extra $34.99 PER DAY to insure my car against acts of God. Now, I get that they need to sell these products, and there's no way to sell them without offering them, but, dear Hertz Rental Car Lady, let me teach you the same lesson I had to teach to that boy I went to the drive-in with my junior year of high school (sorry Mom, I didn't really sleep over at Tabitha's house that night) NO MEANS NO!
"If you don't insure the car against ACTS OF GOD, you will be held responsible for them."
"I'll be held responsible for acts of God??"
"Yes. Unless you insure the car against such ACTS OF GOD!!!"
"Are you expecting God to smite Hertz rental car drivers this evening?"
"Ma'am, there is no way to predict when such acts might occur. That's why we recommend the insurance."
"Can you tell me the last time an act of God took out a Hertz rental car driver?"
And on and on it went. I finally escaped only to discover that they had given me the wrong car. Which meant I had to go back to the counter and go through the whole thing again. GRRRR!!!
So...you guys have big plans this weekend? Hopefully you don't have too much planned for Saturday, because Valentine's Day has been cancelled this year. By my boyfriend. Yup. I apologize to anyone who might have gone out of their way to make reservations, and I hope you saved the receipt(s) for those flowers/candies/gifts you may have bought. There will be no Valentine's Day this year. I know many of you male readers have thought about skipping out on V-day, but my boyfriend actually had the balls to wait for me to bring it up and then say "OH JESUS! WE'RE NOT DOING THAT CRAP! Valentine's Day is CANCELLED!" I know exactly what you're thinking, ladies, wherever did I find him?
I like giving Ant a hard time about canceling Vday, but the truth is he's pretty fabulous everyday of the year so I really have nothing to complain about. And I'm gonna be in PA anyway. As an example of his greatness, the other day he let me drag him to the Pinnacles for a hike, and he was all, "We should've brought the Sprinter so we could camp tonight!" And I was like, "MAN! That would've been so cool!" And he was like, "Wait! We can still stay, we'll just find a motel somewhere. We can drive over to Monterrey and have dinner, and then go to the aquarium tomorrow!" And I was all, "Umm...I thought we were just going hiking. I have seven dollars, a few packs of hot chocolate, and a half eaten bag of trail mix on me." And in true sugardaddy fashion he took me to dinner, found a place for us to stay, took me to the aquarium and tried not to get embarrassed when I ran around like a little kid, and then took me for a cheeseburger for lunch before we headed back to the city. How great is that?!? I had such a fun time, especially with the sea dragons!
Well kids, I'm a bit tired. Gonna finish watching Family Guy with Steph and Edward and then go catch some ZZZ's in my very own bed, which they inherited for their guest room when I moved to Korea. Tomorrow morning I meet my friend Charlie for our traditional bfast at the Ham Fam, and then I'm off to Sunbury to see my family.
Hopefully I make it through the drive without getting destroyed by an act of God. I'd hate to have to admit that the Hertz rental car lady was right!
Made it to the airport in time for my 6 a.m. flight - a feat in itself for someone who hates mornings as much as me. Now I'm at my gate trying not to profile, drinking my coffee, reading Watchmen, and hoping I don't sit anywhere near the annoying morons across the aisle from me.
Next post from PA!!! Need to get a run in since it's been a few days. Y'all can be damn sure I'll be bitching about the weather!
Next post from PA!!! Need to get a run in since it's been a few days. Y'all can be damn sure I'll be bitching about the weather!
I'm back in SF - until Thursday, anyway, when I will fly to Pennsylvania. Boy, will my arms be tired! :-)
Speaking of tired, that is a pretty accurate word to describe my running lately. Tired. I don't know why, I just feel like I should be improving more than I seem to be. Even short runs feel tougher than I'd like them too, and they don't feel tough in a good way. Do I need more conditioning? Some speed work? Strength training? All 3????
Ant got a juicer for Christmas, so we decided to play around with it this morning. He said I could make any kind of juice I wanted, then immediately vetoed my first three ideas:
1. Bacon juice
2. Cheese juice
3. Ice cream juice.
We settled on a bunch of veggies. We had some sort of carrot/celery/apple/lime combo, and a beet/carrot/ginger thingy. They were good, but not good enough that my body didn't know I was trying to trick it into eating vegetables.
Hmmm...what else is new? Saw Coraline last night, and I loved it!!!! I loved it so much that I spent quite a bit of time this morning searching for a secret passageway in our house but, alas, it has yet to reveal itself to me. After the movie we went to some club in a little back alley somewhere (I think the name was Jessel, or something like that). Shook my ass. Waved my arms. Spun around. Drank some vodka. Repeated. For hours!!! I am not a good dancer at all, but man did I have fun!! Woke up earlier than I had wanted to (thanks Ant) but felt fine so I didn't mind too much. As the day has progressed though, I'm feeling a bit lethargic and head achey. Time to lay on the couch and watch reruns of NOVA!!
Speaking of tired, that is a pretty accurate word to describe my running lately. Tired. I don't know why, I just feel like I should be improving more than I seem to be. Even short runs feel tougher than I'd like them too, and they don't feel tough in a good way. Do I need more conditioning? Some speed work? Strength training? All 3????
Ant got a juicer for Christmas, so we decided to play around with it this morning. He said I could make any kind of juice I wanted, then immediately vetoed my first three ideas:
1. Bacon juice
2. Cheese juice
3. Ice cream juice.
We settled on a bunch of veggies. We had some sort of carrot/celery/apple/lime combo, and a beet/carrot/ginger thingy. They were good, but not good enough that my body didn't know I was trying to trick it into eating vegetables.
Hmmm...what else is new? Saw Coraline last night, and I loved it!!!! I loved it so much that I spent quite a bit of time this morning searching for a secret passageway in our house but, alas, it has yet to reveal itself to me. After the movie we went to some club in a little back alley somewhere (I think the name was Jessel, or something like that). Shook my ass. Waved my arms. Spun around. Drank some vodka. Repeated. For hours!!! I am not a good dancer at all, but man did I have fun!! Woke up earlier than I had wanted to (thanks Ant) but felt fine so I didn't mind too much. As the day has progressed though, I'm feeling a bit lethargic and head achey. Time to lay on the couch and watch reruns of NOVA!!
Hey look! I'm in London!! Just kidding, just kidding. I drove to Lake Havasu, Arizona, to see the London Bridge. I've always been fascinated by the fact that the founder of Lake Havasu bought the bridge (which inspired the song), had it dismantled stone by stone, and hauled it over to AZ. So I drove. And drove. And drove. And drove some more, because I was totally lost.To see a bridge. A nice bridge, but really, a bridge is a bridge.
Apparently Lake Havasu is a pretty well known party spot, but I sure didn't get that vibe. I was the youngest one around by at least 30 years. I went to Lake Havasu State Park and did some hiking, but I forgot my camera so I have no pictures. Sorry! The next morning I headed out for a run to check out the bridge and the surrounding areas. After my run, I had some lunch and some beer at this brewpub I found. Here's some pics so you guys can see how much my life sucks lately. ;-)
Thanks for the beer loot, guys!! <3!
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