There's a natural high that I get from being active. It encompasses a feeling of euphoria where you feel on top of the world. Most of all though, you feel good about you! In that first moment, you're a bit untouchable, and after that, you're consistently positive. I don't strive to reach this point, but lately, I can't escape it and I've begun to get addicted to it. There are two specific activities that bring me to this type of euphoria. A great gym/weight-lifting workout will take me to the cusp, but it's not quite enough to get me there. Running and soccer on the other hand, take me above and beyond.
Some will refer to this natural high as a "runner's high", but you don't get the feeling only from running. Depending on who you talk to, this natural high can be explained a few ways. Wikipedia has a great explanation of endorphins and how they explain this runner's high. It "is said to occur when strenuous exercise takes a person over a threshold that activates endorphin production." Another entertaining post by an avid runner, Scott Dunlap, goes into other explanations of why we reach the runner's high. His view of the runner's high is good for a laugh as well, but also explains the feeling in laments terms. "It’s not exactly a “drunk” effect, although it does make it a bit more difficult to remember to eat/drink/take the next turn (remember – always carry a map!). I would equate it to two Red Bulls and vodka, three ibuprofen, plus a $50 winning Lotto ticket in your pocket." There is discussion as to whether this natural high actually exists, but if you've felt it, you know it does.
This natural high is different to everyone. Sarah Willett has an excellent research paper deducing exactly "What is runner's high?". Definitely take a moment to read it. I spent Tuesday night talking to a slightly intoxicated friend about her first marathon. She has never been a runner and since she completed the 26.2 miles, she's been on cloud nine. This is what I would call a natural high. You have a sense of accomplishment at the same time as this euphoric feeling during the actual run. Combined, it is a wealth of positive seeping out your pours. Most people dislike running, which is sad because the benefits are vast, however I will admit the hardship it can have on the knees. If you can reach that threshold of sticking with running, it becomes easier. With ease, you start to feel you can push yourself. As you push the threshold, you'll know exactly what I've been talking about, runner's high. After that, the addiction takes over and you can't get enough. This is my current path.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
The Women of SF Spinsters
There's something empowering about being in a room with the creme de la creme. I'm not talking about millionaire CEOs. I'm talking about the highly sophisticated and motivated members of Spinsters of San Francisco. It's hard to believe that nearly one year ago, I was trying to join this organization that I knew very little about. I was looking for an in to meet new girlfriends and diversify my current "to-dos".
There are many ways to explain Spinsters. A post college sorority is an easy stereotype, but hardly describes these ladies in the proper light. Drinking in the name of charity is another quick way to exit the question - "what is a Spinster?" But honestly, that's hardly just or dignified. These ladies have drive. They are college educated, many with advanced degrees. They want to better our community on not only a city level, but a national level. These are the girls that become your best friends, accidentally. They push themselves, grad school, work, marathons, charity parties. They make the daunting tasks of bi monthly meetings something to look forward to. They are an inspiration to me, and I am grateful to be called one of them.
I walked into the Elks Lodge last night forgetting what the camaraderie of Spinsters truly means. It is not an organization for everyone, but I have been lucky enough to fall into the right crowd. I've been distant the past few months for many reasons, but none that I feel like pinpointing. The GMAT studying is consuming me right now, and will continue to do so for the next 6 weeks. But it's these ladies that help me remember why I joined Spinsters. I do enjoy hands-on philanthropy and bettering the world one child at a time, but walking into a room full of friends is a feeling hard to beat. Without missing a beat, you'll simply be asked how you are. It doesn't matter that you have "disappeared" from the forefront of once common rendez-vous. The important thing is you're there to talk, to laugh and to bond. Thus far, I can't explain what Spinsters means to me, but the experience has been one I treasure.
There are many ways to explain Spinsters. A post college sorority is an easy stereotype, but hardly describes these ladies in the proper light. Drinking in the name of charity is another quick way to exit the question - "what is a Spinster?" But honestly, that's hardly just or dignified. These ladies have drive. They are college educated, many with advanced degrees. They want to better our community on not only a city level, but a national level. These are the girls that become your best friends, accidentally. They push themselves, grad school, work, marathons, charity parties. They make the daunting tasks of bi monthly meetings something to look forward to. They are an inspiration to me, and I am grateful to be called one of them.
I walked into the Elks Lodge last night forgetting what the camaraderie of Spinsters truly means. It is not an organization for everyone, but I have been lucky enough to fall into the right crowd. I've been distant the past few months for many reasons, but none that I feel like pinpointing. The GMAT studying is consuming me right now, and will continue to do so for the next 6 weeks. But it's these ladies that help me remember why I joined Spinsters. I do enjoy hands-on philanthropy and bettering the world one child at a time, but walking into a room full of friends is a feeling hard to beat. Without missing a beat, you'll simply be asked how you are. It doesn't matter that you have "disappeared" from the forefront of once common rendez-vous. The important thing is you're there to talk, to laugh and to bond. Thus far, I can't explain what Spinsters means to me, but the experience has been one I treasure.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Rant: Entitlement
I am like most people. I get along with a vast majority of people. But there is one type of person that gets under my skin, those that feel entitlement. Why do people feel they have the right to always be included? Fact is, life is seldom fair. You won't always be on the invite list and perhaps it has nothing to do with you. Maybe someone could only invite a select few, maybe they thought you'd be uncomfortable, it could be you don't mesh well with the common group or perhaps it just slipped their mind.
What do these people do that they think they should receive the "benefit" of an invitation? Nowhere does it state that it is required. And more often than not, these people use the tactics of manipulation to con their way into an invitation. Why should you feel bad for not inviting someone to say a ball game? A night out on the town? Dinner? A trip? Yes, I'm sure people would love to go, but simply put, not everyone may be invited. If I invited everyone I knew to a bar on Friday night, then there wouldn't be anyone I didn't know. Isn't that half the fun of going out and living? Meeting new people? Sharing experiences?
I am a "more the merrier" type of person, but do not think that I don't get disgruntled by people inviting themselves. Most the time, I will tell you to come along or meet me there, no big deal. But sometimes, it's nice to have some one on one time. Sometimes it's nice not to have to juggle multiple conversations. Those that feel entitlement always seem to take things personally as well. Invitations or lack there of aren't about taking things personally. It's about the event, the company or some variation of both. If you harp on me and make it personal, I will most likely consciously not invite you the next time.
What do these people do that they think they should receive the "benefit" of an invitation? Nowhere does it state that it is required. And more often than not, these people use the tactics of manipulation to con their way into an invitation. Why should you feel bad for not inviting someone to say a ball game? A night out on the town? Dinner? A trip? Yes, I'm sure people would love to go, but simply put, not everyone may be invited. If I invited everyone I knew to a bar on Friday night, then there wouldn't be anyone I didn't know. Isn't that half the fun of going out and living? Meeting new people? Sharing experiences?
I am a "more the merrier" type of person, but do not think that I don't get disgruntled by people inviting themselves. Most the time, I will tell you to come along or meet me there, no big deal. But sometimes, it's nice to have some one on one time. Sometimes it's nice not to have to juggle multiple conversations. Those that feel entitlement always seem to take things personally as well. Invitations or lack there of aren't about taking things personally. It's about the event, the company or some variation of both. If you harp on me and make it personal, I will most likely consciously not invite you the next time.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Halloween - VEGAS 2006
I have an addiction and it's called life. I try to live each day to the fullest. I've had my high points and my low ones, but I like reality.
I have another addiction, it’s called Las Vegas. I don't go for the drinking, the gambling, the smoking or the drugs. I go to live. I go to dance 'til dawn with my feet burning in my heels. I go to be with friends and celebrate life. To take pictures that soon get posted on the internet because what happens in Vegas never does stay there, as it probably should.
I’m an advocate that Vegas is about the people you go with and not always about the city itself. I have planned many Vegas trips as well as been on my fair share including 4 this year alone, so when I say this trip was one of the best EVER, you know I am not lying.
The weekend started off subtle. I met Jimmy and Martin at the airport. We checked our bags and headed straight for the bar. I forewent the drink with hope that our hour and a half plane ride would be nap time. It was. Jimmy was definitely drunk by the time we landed. We taxied to the Wynn and check in was no problem. We were staying in a Fairway Villa Suite. You would think that the chances of us getting the same room as 8 months prior, number 207, were slim. But sure enough we walked to the same door. Everyone bought a bottle for partying. Martin and I took an adventure to get mixers. Turns out if you leave the Wynn and head right there is a liquor store, Walgreens, 7-11 etc. Shortly after we returned Kelsey met me in the room. She was dumb founded about how amazing our suite was. We got into our going out clothes, grabbed a small bite and headed to Pure. Let’s just say everyone was well on their way by the time we arrived. They took us to our table which was nicely segregated from the club. Ordered 3 bottles, then Kelsey and I took off to the roof for some proper dance music. The weather was perfect! Back and forth to the table all night, we cashed all three bottles with no problem. Martin thought it would be a good idea to buy me a straight shot of vodka, thanks, I didn’t need that. The cameras were out in full force and we have some entertaining pictures.
I returned to the Wynn with Hardy and Kels. I dropped Kels off and Hardy disappeared, so I went back to the room, I probably should have gone to breakfast. My head was definitely feeling it the next day. The boys woke up at a decent hour and headed to breakfast. I rolled off the couch @ noon and convinced Jordan to grab a bite with me. We returned to the room for a nice 2 hour nap before the housekeepers kicked us out. The boys thought it would be a fantastic idea to take the chairs from the deck and put them in the steam shower. I made a quick call to Nate, but with too many interruptions, I was in my bikini on my way to the steam shower. We sat there bull shitting for a few hours. Slowly people disbursed, I took a quick shower and started getting ready for the night.
We went to SW Steakhouse for dinner. I am not sure if I looked out of place or lucky sitting with 7 guys. Again we returned to the room for pre partying before heading to Moon/Playboy Club. My costume turned out GREAT! I couldn’t have been happier. But Alysha could have stopped traffic with hers, and did. She only got one marriage proposal walking to the taxi line. I lost my sword as soon as we walked into the Palms, apparently there were “cracking down”. The dollar it cost me wasn’t important enough to go check it or even make sure I got it back. I handed it to the security guard and walked away. I think the guys were more disappointed than I was. The group gathered outside the club and we quickly got sat. We chose to be in the VIP room versus on the dance floor. I think that was the perfect idea!
The VIP room gave us enough room to move around without getting shoved or pushed by people. We were close to the escalator down to the Playboy Club, the bathrooms, and the dance floor. 3 more bottles, and it was on. My head still hurt from the night before, so I took it easy with cups of water all night long, but I know Kelsey made up for my lack of alcohol consumption. Moon was definitely AWESOME! Highly recommend. Our waitress was off the hook and I’ve decided I want her job. I wondered most the night, but it was always nice to have a table to come back to. Steve was dressed as a chubby playboy bunny and I have never seen a man get groped more in my entire life. Apparently I forgot I had his cell and money when Jim, Jordan, Martin and I left the club around 3 am because he had to hitch a ride home. Oooops! Made for an entertaining story though. I lied down for 15 minutes before it was time for me to hit my flight.
The Las Vegas airport is ALWAYS a zoo in the morning. I think most their flights take off before 10 am. Needless to say I recently got upgraded with United because of my trip to Italy as well as all the jet setting I do. It is well worth it to be a premier member. You get to go through the first class line for both check in as well as security. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the flight. Nate picked me up and it was good to be home in my own bed. What a weekend!
No drama, lots of drinking, and I danced my ass off, I couldn’t have asked for a better time!
I have another addiction, it’s called Las Vegas. I don't go for the drinking, the gambling, the smoking or the drugs. I go to live. I go to dance 'til dawn with my feet burning in my heels. I go to be with friends and celebrate life. To take pictures that soon get posted on the internet because what happens in Vegas never does stay there, as it probably should.
I’m an advocate that Vegas is about the people you go with and not always about the city itself. I have planned many Vegas trips as well as been on my fair share including 4 this year alone, so when I say this trip was one of the best EVER, you know I am not lying.
The weekend started off subtle. I met Jimmy and Martin at the airport. We checked our bags and headed straight for the bar. I forewent the drink with hope that our hour and a half plane ride would be nap time. It was. Jimmy was definitely drunk by the time we landed. We taxied to the Wynn and check in was no problem. We were staying in a Fairway Villa Suite. You would think that the chances of us getting the same room as 8 months prior, number 207, were slim. But sure enough we walked to the same door. Everyone bought a bottle for partying. Martin and I took an adventure to get mixers. Turns out if you leave the Wynn and head right there is a liquor store, Walgreens, 7-11 etc. Shortly after we returned Kelsey met me in the room. She was dumb founded about how amazing our suite was. We got into our going out clothes, grabbed a small bite and headed to Pure. Let’s just say everyone was well on their way by the time we arrived. They took us to our table which was nicely segregated from the club. Ordered 3 bottles, then Kelsey and I took off to the roof for some proper dance music. The weather was perfect! Back and forth to the table all night, we cashed all three bottles with no problem. Martin thought it would be a good idea to buy me a straight shot of vodka, thanks, I didn’t need that. The cameras were out in full force and we have some entertaining pictures.
I returned to the Wynn with Hardy and Kels. I dropped Kels off and Hardy disappeared, so I went back to the room, I probably should have gone to breakfast. My head was definitely feeling it the next day. The boys woke up at a decent hour and headed to breakfast. I rolled off the couch @ noon and convinced Jordan to grab a bite with me. We returned to the room for a nice 2 hour nap before the housekeepers kicked us out. The boys thought it would be a fantastic idea to take the chairs from the deck and put them in the steam shower. I made a quick call to Nate, but with too many interruptions, I was in my bikini on my way to the steam shower. We sat there bull shitting for a few hours. Slowly people disbursed, I took a quick shower and started getting ready for the night.
We went to SW Steakhouse for dinner. I am not sure if I looked out of place or lucky sitting with 7 guys. Again we returned to the room for pre partying before heading to Moon/Playboy Club. My costume turned out GREAT! I couldn’t have been happier. But Alysha could have stopped traffic with hers, and did. She only got one marriage proposal walking to the taxi line. I lost my sword as soon as we walked into the Palms, apparently there were “cracking down”. The dollar it cost me wasn’t important enough to go check it or even make sure I got it back. I handed it to the security guard and walked away. I think the guys were more disappointed than I was. The group gathered outside the club and we quickly got sat. We chose to be in the VIP room versus on the dance floor. I think that was the perfect idea!
The VIP room gave us enough room to move around without getting shoved or pushed by people. We were close to the escalator down to the Playboy Club, the bathrooms, and the dance floor. 3 more bottles, and it was on. My head still hurt from the night before, so I took it easy with cups of water all night long, but I know Kelsey made up for my lack of alcohol consumption. Moon was definitely AWESOME! Highly recommend. Our waitress was off the hook and I’ve decided I want her job. I wondered most the night, but it was always nice to have a table to come back to. Steve was dressed as a chubby playboy bunny and I have never seen a man get groped more in my entire life. Apparently I forgot I had his cell and money when Jim, Jordan, Martin and I left the club around 3 am because he had to hitch a ride home. Oooops! Made for an entertaining story though. I lied down for 15 minutes before it was time for me to hit my flight.
The Las Vegas airport is ALWAYS a zoo in the morning. I think most their flights take off before 10 am. Needless to say I recently got upgraded with United because of my trip to Italy as well as all the jet setting I do. It is well worth it to be a premier member. You get to go through the first class line for both check in as well as security. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the flight. Nate picked me up and it was good to be home in my own bed. What a weekend!
No drama, lots of drinking, and I danced my ass off, I couldn’t have asked for a better time!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Boulder, Colorado
The thing I miss most about Boulder besides my mountain, my friends, and the good ol’ college days is WALNUT! I used to live at this restaurant. My freshman year of college we went once every two weeks, at least. As time went on, that never got much better. When Nate asked if I would join him on a road trip from CO to CA the only think I could think of, besides being a good girlfriend, was the Walnut Brewery.
Since graduation I have been privileged enough to return to Colorado every two to three months. My last friend graduated in May of this year and since then I hadn’t been back to Boulder. Needless to say, I was quite excited!
Lindsey was kind enough to pick Nate and I up from the airport. We got a late start seeing our flight was delayed. Our 6 person dinner party had grown to 10 by the time I landed. We called and put out name in on our way into Boulder. Thinking we may be cutting in close, we forwent the change of clothes and went straight to dinner. Our wait, seeing we had 10 people, was an extra hour from our arrival. I must admit, the food, company, and atmosphere was definitely worth it. Unfortunately we realized that none of us have a free place to crash anymore in Boulder, talk about sad.
The girls had their limited drinks at dinner to ensure they were able to drive home. Hawk was quite a few deep but still wouldn’t do the booty dance. He claims he isn’t a monkey! After dinner we headed to the Foundry for more cocktails. It pays to have an old roomie that works at a bar. Drinks definitely weren’t as much as they should have been.
Dom and Dan came by to say HI! My few last friends left in Boulder limits. The night ended early with Linds dropping Nate, his brother and I off at his bro’s house. We got settled and tried to get some sleep besides the usual Boulder chatter outside the window.
The next morning the alarm started going off @ 7 am. Of course I didn’t get out of bed til 8 am. We met up with Jonathon and headed to Le Peep to breakfast. I still think they have the best pancakes in Boulder no matter what. Nate and I were on the road by 11 am and I was out about 20 min later. Took the diagonal out of Boulder to I-25 then to I-80 once we hit Cheyenne, WY. We followed I-80 all the way home to SF. 2 shifts each later and we arrived in Reno. I took the last shift from Reno home and we were home just barely before 6 am. The idea of soccer at 9 am crossed our minds, but needless to say it didn’t happen. It was all in all a fun weekend, even with the 18 hours spent in the car.
Since graduation I have been privileged enough to return to Colorado every two to three months. My last friend graduated in May of this year and since then I hadn’t been back to Boulder. Needless to say, I was quite excited!
Lindsey was kind enough to pick Nate and I up from the airport. We got a late start seeing our flight was delayed. Our 6 person dinner party had grown to 10 by the time I landed. We called and put out name in on our way into Boulder. Thinking we may be cutting in close, we forwent the change of clothes and went straight to dinner. Our wait, seeing we had 10 people, was an extra hour from our arrival. I must admit, the food, company, and atmosphere was definitely worth it. Unfortunately we realized that none of us have a free place to crash anymore in Boulder, talk about sad.
The girls had their limited drinks at dinner to ensure they were able to drive home. Hawk was quite a few deep but still wouldn’t do the booty dance. He claims he isn’t a monkey! After dinner we headed to the Foundry for more cocktails. It pays to have an old roomie that works at a bar. Drinks definitely weren’t as much as they should have been.
Dom and Dan came by to say HI! My few last friends left in Boulder limits. The night ended early with Linds dropping Nate, his brother and I off at his bro’s house. We got settled and tried to get some sleep besides the usual Boulder chatter outside the window.
The next morning the alarm started going off @ 7 am. Of course I didn’t get out of bed til 8 am. We met up with Jonathon and headed to Le Peep to breakfast. I still think they have the best pancakes in Boulder no matter what. Nate and I were on the road by 11 am and I was out about 20 min later. Took the diagonal out of Boulder to I-25 then to I-80 once we hit Cheyenne, WY. We followed I-80 all the way home to SF. 2 shifts each later and we arrived in Reno. I took the last shift from Reno home and we were home just barely before 6 am. The idea of soccer at 9 am crossed our minds, but needless to say it didn’t happen. It was all in all a fun weekend, even with the 18 hours spent in the car.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
CU v CSU Game Sept 8-10
I probably should have blogged this earlier, but I will admit that the whole weekend is a little hazy and discombobulated. Brandi picked me up from the airport like a good friend. We headed straight to Old C’s. My friends are so sweet to put up with my “needs” for food. Hawk was the token guy as always with Brandi, Susan, Christine and me. He fits in so well as long as we aren’t discussing menstrual cycles and make up. After Old C’s we all went home to get ready for a night on the town.
Hawk, Jen, Christine, Brandi, Susan, and I all met up and went to Public House. After being there for a bit we headed to Downtown Tavern. I ran into an old neighbor and Lesley Horton who just say happens to live in DC. Talk about missing her by a week!!!! The posse had left by 12:30 am and Brandi and I decided to head home and prepare for a crazy Saturday at the CU v. CSU game.
Saturday morning started by waking up to Miss Brandi on the phone. We told everyone that we were meeting at Sports Column at 12 noon. Brandi and I only thought it was polite to show up on time. We arrived by 11:45 am and had a beer in hand when the first person showed up. Slowly everyone came and met us. We found out there was a shuttle from Sports Column to the stadium for free if you had bought something. Around 2 pm we decided to head to the bus. We met up with some friends that were tailgating in the parking lot. We were all standing in line at kick off to get into the stadium. It was a bummer to find that they were not serving an alcohol at the stadium. Although you could get alcohol on the Club Level. Within moments of sitting down, half the crew was gone to meet up with the boys on the club level. I didn’t see most of them for the rest of the day/night.
Teena, Michelle and I enjoyed the game which is what we came to see. We caught the bus back to Sports Column and all separated to get ready for the night except all my stuff was at Brandi’s house and she was MIA. Linds and I had dinner at Cheesecake Factory. We met up with Christine who was about a bottle of wine deep. Michelle and Derek met us at Sports Column for my third time that day. We went to the roof and I started breaking it down where there was room. Some dude would NOT leave me alone. What part of I don’t want to dance with you, don’t you understand?? Seriously WEIRD! The night finished up with Chrstine and I going back to her place. She has a COMFY bed, I highly recommend it.
I briefly got to meet Brandi’s new man when he picked me up from Christine’s. We packed at Brandi’s, hit up the store, and she took me to the airport. Another weekend in CO survived.
Hawk, Jen, Christine, Brandi, Susan, and I all met up and went to Public House. After being there for a bit we headed to Downtown Tavern. I ran into an old neighbor and Lesley Horton who just say happens to live in DC. Talk about missing her by a week!!!! The posse had left by 12:30 am and Brandi and I decided to head home and prepare for a crazy Saturday at the CU v. CSU game.
Saturday morning started by waking up to Miss Brandi on the phone. We told everyone that we were meeting at Sports Column at 12 noon. Brandi and I only thought it was polite to show up on time. We arrived by 11:45 am and had a beer in hand when the first person showed up. Slowly everyone came and met us. We found out there was a shuttle from Sports Column to the stadium for free if you had bought something. Around 2 pm we decided to head to the bus. We met up with some friends that were tailgating in the parking lot. We were all standing in line at kick off to get into the stadium. It was a bummer to find that they were not serving an alcohol at the stadium. Although you could get alcohol on the Club Level. Within moments of sitting down, half the crew was gone to meet up with the boys on the club level. I didn’t see most of them for the rest of the day/night.
Teena, Michelle and I enjoyed the game which is what we came to see. We caught the bus back to Sports Column and all separated to get ready for the night except all my stuff was at Brandi’s house and she was MIA. Linds and I had dinner at Cheesecake Factory. We met up with Christine who was about a bottle of wine deep. Michelle and Derek met us at Sports Column for my third time that day. We went to the roof and I started breaking it down where there was room. Some dude would NOT leave me alone. What part of I don’t want to dance with you, don’t you understand?? Seriously WEIRD! The night finished up with Chrstine and I going back to her place. She has a COMFY bed, I highly recommend it.
I briefly got to meet Brandi’s new man when he picked me up from Christine’s. We packed at Brandi’s, hit up the store, and she took me to the airport. Another weekend in CO survived.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
DC
Another successful weekend with too much drinking, new friends, and 100+ photos. The weekend kicked off with an uneventful flight to Baltimore, MD. I managed to leave all my "liquids" at home and back just a wheelie. Mackenzie picked me up from the airport and we head back to her humble abode on Capitol Hill! We decided to hang out low key Friday night having a couple beers and watching "About a Boy" because of Mack's infatuation with Hugh Grant. Good movie!
The morning started off with Jimmy T's, a hole in the wall diner not too far from Mack's. Her roommate Crissy joined us as well. I will admit my pancakes were a little toasted, but good nonetheless. Amanda came down from Delaware for the afternoon. It'd been 2 years, and it felt like yesterday. We retreated to the apt and go ready to go to the Rhino Bar in Georgetown, it was barely 2 pm. We arrived a few minutes before the OSU kick off and just in time to get a pitched of beer. We were all toasty by 4 pm… and continued drinking through the entire game. The pitcher was never dry for more than a few minutes. We headed back to Mack's after that game to "pre-party" for the Notre Dame game. I started on the water for the lull. Amanda took off because she had to work the next morning. Crissy, Mack, and I decided it was going to be a dress night.
The Notre Dame game had barely commenced and we took off to the Metro. There was a cute guy that the girls were talking to, too bad neither one of them gave him his number. I was definitely close to doing it for them, but decided it wasn't my business. The walk from the Metro was a little further than I was expecting, although I have done worse. We went to Blue Gin and all got cocktails. Needless to say, those were our last cocktails of the night being barely 10 pm. We danced our tooshies off. Mack and I were on the table for a spell. Some of Mack's guy friends came and met up with us. Good times. Around 1 am we decided it was time for "dinner" – Johnny Rockets, here we come! Food never tasted so good. We cabbed it back to the house, and pasted out.
Sunday started later than Saturday. We took the Metro to China Town and had lunch at Clyde's. We walked around in circles for a while and headed to the Portrait Museum. Definitely some cool pictures, although my fav would have to be the license plates that were all run together to form a version of the Preamble to the Constitution. After some more circles we all decided it was time for a nap. We napped for about an hour and started getting ready for another night on the town.
Sunday night was a clear 72* and just perfect. We heard to the Georgetown Harbor and hung out at a bar along the waterfront. Having not eaten since lunch, again, Crissy and I started with cocktails. After the first, we were both feeling it a little. Mack quickly switched from beer to catch up. Around midnight we decided it was time to switch locations… we were off to Adam's Morgan. We went to Tom Toms for some dancing and more drinks. I ended up in a dance off with some chick, had to show her she wasn't as good as she thought. At the end of the song, all HER girls were like "you won, you won"… the guy closest to me put up my hand and the rest of the crowd cheered. Wonder who the real winner was? ;) Crissy's friend Clint came and joined us at the bar for some good times. Bar closed at 2 am and it was time for JUMBO SLICE!! The pizza slice was HUGE! I would say the equivalent of 3 "normal" slices, although grubby after drinking. Clint thought it was funny to put Parmesan cheese on our slices, with the first bite we found out it was actually GARLIC! DOH… I am sure we all had lovely breath.
I had consciously packed most of my stuff before we left for the bars. I changed when we got back to the apt and we continued to drink beer. I got the call at 3:45 am reminding me that my shuttle should be there in 30 min…. we played iPod DJ for a while and sure enough I had just finished brushing my teeth after my final beer at 4:15 am. Whoa, I was still definitely drunk! Lol I made it to the airport and through security with no problems. I was home by 10:30 am and I must admit, food tasted good! GREAT weekend! 3 more days til COLORADO! :o)
The morning started off with Jimmy T's, a hole in the wall diner not too far from Mack's. Her roommate Crissy joined us as well. I will admit my pancakes were a little toasted, but good nonetheless. Amanda came down from Delaware for the afternoon. It'd been 2 years, and it felt like yesterday. We retreated to the apt and go ready to go to the Rhino Bar in Georgetown, it was barely 2 pm. We arrived a few minutes before the OSU kick off and just in time to get a pitched of beer. We were all toasty by 4 pm… and continued drinking through the entire game. The pitcher was never dry for more than a few minutes. We headed back to Mack's after that game to "pre-party" for the Notre Dame game. I started on the water for the lull. Amanda took off because she had to work the next morning. Crissy, Mack, and I decided it was going to be a dress night.
The Notre Dame game had barely commenced and we took off to the Metro. There was a cute guy that the girls were talking to, too bad neither one of them gave him his number. I was definitely close to doing it for them, but decided it wasn't my business. The walk from the Metro was a little further than I was expecting, although I have done worse. We went to Blue Gin and all got cocktails. Needless to say, those were our last cocktails of the night being barely 10 pm. We danced our tooshies off. Mack and I were on the table for a spell. Some of Mack's guy friends came and met up with us. Good times. Around 1 am we decided it was time for "dinner" – Johnny Rockets, here we come! Food never tasted so good. We cabbed it back to the house, and pasted out.
Sunday started later than Saturday. We took the Metro to China Town and had lunch at Clyde's. We walked around in circles for a while and headed to the Portrait Museum. Definitely some cool pictures, although my fav would have to be the license plates that were all run together to form a version of the Preamble to the Constitution. After some more circles we all decided it was time for a nap. We napped for about an hour and started getting ready for another night on the town.
Sunday night was a clear 72* and just perfect. We heard to the Georgetown Harbor and hung out at a bar along the waterfront. Having not eaten since lunch, again, Crissy and I started with cocktails. After the first, we were both feeling it a little. Mack quickly switched from beer to catch up. Around midnight we decided it was time to switch locations… we were off to Adam's Morgan. We went to Tom Toms for some dancing and more drinks. I ended up in a dance off with some chick, had to show her she wasn't as good as she thought. At the end of the song, all HER girls were like "you won, you won"… the guy closest to me put up my hand and the rest of the crowd cheered. Wonder who the real winner was? ;) Crissy's friend Clint came and joined us at the bar for some good times. Bar closed at 2 am and it was time for JUMBO SLICE!! The pizza slice was HUGE! I would say the equivalent of 3 "normal" slices, although grubby after drinking. Clint thought it was funny to put Parmesan cheese on our slices, with the first bite we found out it was actually GARLIC! DOH… I am sure we all had lovely breath.
I had consciously packed most of my stuff before we left for the bars. I changed when we got back to the apt and we continued to drink beer. I got the call at 3:45 am reminding me that my shuttle should be there in 30 min…. we played iPod DJ for a while and sure enough I had just finished brushing my teeth after my final beer at 4:15 am. Whoa, I was still definitely drunk! Lol I made it to the airport and through security with no problems. I was home by 10:30 am and I must admit, food tasted good! GREAT weekend! 3 more days til COLORADO! :o)
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