smiling on foot

I’m gearing up for a trip to the ‘Cuse this weekend to visit my friend and former roommate, RB. I’ve successfully strong-armed her via fb to host a game night on Friday night and then Saturday will be a big event: The NY State Fair. I’ve never been to the NY State fair, but I hear it’s a massive estate of epic proportions. And all the food is deep fried. And they have something called WINE SLUSHIES and sculptures made of BUTTER. This may be the new location where dreams come true (no longer Ocean State, MD). As you can conclude, I’m pretty excited to check it all out, as well as visit with my “kindred spirit” RB, in addition to HEKD, Double D and little “Bateman” (not to be confused with “Batman” who has long since been out of the picture). I’m hearing that other Syracuse friends will be poking in here and there during our weekend plans to say hello and visit with the Boston kids. I can’t wait to see every one!

I’ve just completed a little August hiatus from the gym. The week before my vacation, I didn’t feel like going (or working, really) so I was definitely Minimum-Effort-Girl that week. Then of course there was the week OF my vacation, of which there was no way in Hell I was going to ruin my week off with exercise. Then there was the recovery week after my vacation when Minimum-Effort-Girl returned. Then I pulled my neck (SO F-ING BAD) at my sister’s house that weekend when I had to catch her bunny who had escaped. That little furry jerk made me run through four neighbor’s yards before finally catching him and spasmed out my neck so hard that I saw stars. So there was another week I stayed away from the gym. But this week, I made my triumphant return and it really wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. Tonight, I decided not to overdo it with another session on the PRECOR AMT 100i right before my trip and instead took a 30 min. walk through the neighborhoods.

It’s such a nice night out and it’s been absolutely perfect all week. I love this weather for every day living and super hot for vacation. It seems there is a full moon out tonight as well. I walked down KDM’s old street and remembered my driving instructor teaching me how to back up in a straight line on that road. I remembered picking up Kerri at her house. And how could I forget the memory of the day I went to drive her home and hydroplaned into the bushes! Good times. I also walked around my own neighborhood and remembered all my classmates who lived in all those houses… One is married to KDM’s old neighbor, one works at the Old Navy at Patriots Place (and is a fb friend), one I believe lives in Texas, one lives in AZ and I don’t know what happened to MDavis or MLyons… and there are others.  And here I am all left behind in the ol’ neighborhood. But the weather is nice so all is good. You can even smell the ocean tonight. For the past two days, I’ve spent my lunch hour at Wollaston Beach with a delicious salad. It’s not too windy or too hot to sit on the sea wall, so I quite enjoyed it. Of course, it was not so enjoyable when I got back in my car and my arm dipped into wet seagull poop on my seat. It’s a good thing I have napkins and half-drank water bottles in my car for cleaning. I’ll have to remember to shut the sunroof while dining on the sea wall.

I’ve just decided to pack for Syracuse tonight because I have a DATE tomorrow night. And not just a regular date… a THIRD date. Kind of nutty, right? Through the past 17 months of singleness, there has been no sign of this elusive phenomenon called a third date. There has been a bunch of first dates, one second date and a handful of experiences that we will just call “gray areas.” And now here it is before me, an actual 3rd date. This guy is VERY nice and behaves like such a gentlemen. This behavior is admittedly blowing me away. LK does not meet nice guys. LK attracts weirdos and scumbags. He treats me with such a high regard than what I’m used to… I really didn’t think there were any respectful men left in my age group. Speaking of age… he turns 30 next month, which means he’s a couple of years younger. Mum told Dad that he was a younger man and Dad says, “Oh! She’s a Cobra!”  He meant to say “Cougar” but got so excited at the prospect of sounding hip and cool, he said the wrong word. No worries, Dad, Cobra works too. :)