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My Year of Meaningful (2011)

"Quality takes you out of yourself, makes you aware of the world around you." - R.M. Pirsig


Holiday Diary: the first week

This is just to prove that I did it and survived.

Thursday 11th: Arrive DC 7am. Get picked up by Amanda, shuffled back to her house for coffee and more coffee and more coffee... and cinnamon baked goods and a good healthy dose of motor-mouthing.
Get deposited at the train line around 12, before she has to go to work.
Train into DC, bus up to AdMO, break into SheofDC's apartment and start making phone calls.
6pm: go to SheofDC's gym with her, work out.
8pm: back to the 'partment, eat greek food with Andrew & SheofDC.

Friday 12th: Lunch with El Wingnut in her hood (cheap ass tacos). Mega catch-up. Walk straight down to Happy Hour with SheofDC & the HG & random assorted people at Mai Thai. Dinner with same crowd at Malaysian restaurant at M & 18th.

Saturday: Free workout class with SheofDC's personal trainer in Georgetown. Get ass beat down. Then lunch with El Wingnut & the new husband at the Diner back in AdMo. Then off to the 'burbs with the HG & her new (unbelievably gorgeous & lovely) BF, but not until after drinks at Grill from Iponema and dinner at 2Amys (Napoli style pizza to rival Shakes in columbia!).

Sunday: Wake up, drink coffee with the HG & gorgeouslovelybf in their laundry room, then off to racquetball courts for the boys to play while we piss off and go walking. Then there was this whole Fractured Prune thing which I recommend exercising EXTREME caution when partaking of... and later dinner at a fantastic Indian restaurant, and then saw Four Christmases at the cinemar. It was funny! Dwight Yokam was in it! I can't help it, I love xmas movies at xmas.

Monday: start driving. allllllllll the way through the entire state of West Virginia (the Mr. enjoyed very much) and into Kentucky (the snow and ice was NOT cool, but we made it). Only just made it to Morehead. Ate at Ponderosa. The Mr had his mind boggled by THE BUFFET BAR. "you mean you can just go back over and over and over??"

Tuesday: back to driving. More Kentucky, more Indiana, more Illinois, more Missouri. Home before 7, but not before dropping by Brandon to say HOWZIT! and drink a beer and piss off again. Rendezvous with the fam and the bro and the bro's new gf, eat dinner, hang out, go to bed, feel a little eerie sleeping in that room with all the pink. eew.

Wednesday: Run on the greenway (in the snow), lunch at the deli with the Brandon, dinner with T&S and dessert back at their place, home, kick it with the drunken bwudda at the 'rents, and that was that.

OK and I'm still alive and still no aggro. Amazing! Perhaps scheduling yourself right down to 5-minute intervals is the way to go. No time to hate.

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1 Responses to “Holiday Diary: the first week”

  1. # Blogger Adela c/s

    "The Mr had his mind boggled by THE BUFFET BAR." Ha! America, what a country!  

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