goodtime weekends are go!
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 22 October 2010 at 10/22/2010 08:52:00 am.
aaahhgggg and yet another boogie down weekend is on my doorstep. Seriously, I need some down-time & I don't know when it's gonna materialise.
so last night (thurs) we had Jac & Mar up for dinner and poker and drinks and I lost my pants. For real. OK my game is pretty miserable having not played since I was a kid & my good-time cousins and I used to get sharked by our grandma on a regular basis and never really learned much from it... but still, I lost BAD last night. But it was fun. And after a long day of staring at scientific journals and editing the same damn, frickin, bite-my-ass chapter 55 times, it was just what the doctor ordered. I'm also starting to "tune into" Mar a little bit more and am pretty close to figuring out where her crazy button is so that I can mess with it and turn her into a Good Time Charlie so to speak. Jac, as usual was his spectacular, award-winning self who I just love to pieces without hesitation.
Tomorrow night is the annual GREEK NIGHT which we attended last year with a bunch of the hashers and had a lot of fun. This year we convinced Soo & Mx to go (the free babysitting makes it a no-brainer) and I'm glad we did because She (soo) obviously needs it - girl hasn't gone out for a fancy-pants party night for so long she's literally been stressing out to the point of sending me multiple text messages related to "what EXACTLY do I wear?" I'm like "dude, the dress code is on the tickets: 'blue, white, and bling!' how hard is that?" She's all "but what does it MEAN? I don't have any BLING!" I tell her *exactly * what I'm wearing, and what people were wearing last year. Does THAT help? NOOOO! Mx calls me up: "she's freaking out about the dress code." OMG! Come on! It's a freakin dinner & dance & plate smashin' at a hotel. It's G-city! It's not a Miss Universe pagent! Anyhoo, once she gets over the "dressing yourself" hump, I'm sure it'll be all good & we'll have a great time with them and all the other yokels we know who are going.
Then of course it's hashing and braaiing on sunday followed by mini-housewarming cum meet the visiting mother party for Doc & Mrs Doc on monday.... good lawd. All this partying nonsense and somehow I still have to lose 2kg! I'm really going to punish myself after I get this dissertation handed in because I have officially gained more weight over the past few months of stress than I have on any holiday that I've taken in the last 3 years. What is UP with that? I suppose it could be possible that I'm gaining muscle, since all my clothes still fit fine? And it's not like I've been pigging out or eating cake or anything. And I'm exercising at least 3x per week.... Something's gotta change in my routine I guess, in order for it to work. Perhaps that thing that has to change is "diet" whereby I go back to eating sticks and bark and drinking tomato juice for a week. fun times.
so last night (thurs) we had Jac & Mar up for dinner and poker and drinks and I lost my pants. For real. OK my game is pretty miserable having not played since I was a kid & my good-time cousins and I used to get sharked by our grandma on a regular basis and never really learned much from it... but still, I lost BAD last night. But it was fun. And after a long day of staring at scientific journals and editing the same damn, frickin, bite-my-ass chapter 55 times, it was just what the doctor ordered. I'm also starting to "tune into" Mar a little bit more and am pretty close to figuring out where her crazy button is so that I can mess with it and turn her into a Good Time Charlie so to speak. Jac, as usual was his spectacular, award-winning self who I just love to pieces without hesitation.
Tomorrow night is the annual GREEK NIGHT which we attended last year with a bunch of the hashers and had a lot of fun. This year we convinced Soo & Mx to go (the free babysitting makes it a no-brainer) and I'm glad we did because She (soo) obviously needs it - girl hasn't gone out for a fancy-pants party night for so long she's literally been stressing out to the point of sending me multiple text messages related to "what EXACTLY do I wear?" I'm like "dude, the dress code is on the tickets: 'blue, white, and bling!' how hard is that?" She's all "but what does it MEAN? I don't have any BLING!" I tell her *exactly * what I'm wearing, and what people were wearing last year. Does THAT help? NOOOO! Mx calls me up: "she's freaking out about the dress code." OMG! Come on! It's a freakin dinner & dance & plate smashin' at a hotel. It's G-city! It's not a Miss Universe pagent! Anyhoo, once she gets over the "dressing yourself" hump, I'm sure it'll be all good & we'll have a great time with them and all the other yokels we know who are going.
Then of course it's hashing and braaiing on sunday followed by mini-housewarming cum meet the visiting mother party for Doc & Mrs Doc on monday.... good lawd. All this partying nonsense and somehow I still have to lose 2kg! I'm really going to punish myself after I get this dissertation handed in because I have officially gained more weight over the past few months of stress than I have on any holiday that I've taken in the last 3 years. What is UP with that? I suppose it could be possible that I'm gaining muscle, since all my clothes still fit fine? And it's not like I've been pigging out or eating cake or anything. And I'm exercising at least 3x per week.... Something's gotta change in my routine I guess, in order for it to work. Perhaps that thing that has to change is "diet" whereby I go back to eating sticks and bark and drinking tomato juice for a week. fun times.
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