Just realized I haven't blogged about last weekend, and it's almost the next weekend. :)
Friday was a terrible day at work, and then it took me three hours to get home. The last thing I felt like doing was going on a date. But I made myself go, mostly because I wanted to remind myself that I'm not waiting around for Bernie and am serious about the spring break deadline I set.
Terrible idea. The date sucked. Every time the waitress came over, I'd be ready to ask for the check and he'd order another drink. He had SIX DRINKS. I had ONE. By the time I got home, all I wanted was Bernie. And we were on the phone for four hours.
Saturday I got to cheer on my friend Anne in the Chicago Get Lucky Half Marathon. I was so proud of her. She started running recently and just stuck to it. I felt really inspired watching her, almost enough to start running again this week. Almost.
Bernie and I were on the phone again for like, five hours on Saturday night.
Sunday was a great day. I went to yoga with Veronica, where we got our butts kicked. Then I went on a mission with Whitney. We'd been texting about how she's missing India this time of year, and how she would be sitting outside sipped a fresh lime soda. I was like, "Let's make that happen!" So she found an Indian place up on Devon and we sipped fresh lime sodas and wore summer clothes, even though it was freezing.
The day ended with the season finale of Girls, which was absolutely brilliant:
"Oh, hello, you f**er! Are you kidding me? Where did you go? Who am I supposed to talk to if you won't answer your f**ing phone, okay? That anorexic, Marnie? F**ing Shoshana? Or my stalker ex-boyfriend? It's not like any of them will talk to me. I don't blame them, cause I cut off all my f**ing hair! And now you're off somewhere, just livin' it up, wearing a crop top, you probably got your vagina pierced, and you're not answering your phone and you probably forgot about everyone who's f**ing it up here. Hope you're having a GREAT time. Love you."
Best. Voicemail. Ever.
I love Hannah.
And I was even more delighted when I mentioned to Bernie how much I loved the scene when Adam is running across the city shirtless, and Bernie's response was that his favorite part is when Adam broke down the door.
My boy watches Girls. I had no idea. This makes me happy.
Anyway, here are me and Whitney sipping our lime sodas:
Friday was a terrible day at work, and then it took me three hours to get home. The last thing I felt like doing was going on a date. But I made myself go, mostly because I wanted to remind myself that I'm not waiting around for Bernie and am serious about the spring break deadline I set.
Terrible idea. The date sucked. Every time the waitress came over, I'd be ready to ask for the check and he'd order another drink. He had SIX DRINKS. I had ONE. By the time I got home, all I wanted was Bernie. And we were on the phone for four hours.
Saturday I got to cheer on my friend Anne in the Chicago Get Lucky Half Marathon. I was so proud of her. She started running recently and just stuck to it. I felt really inspired watching her, almost enough to start running again this week. Almost.
Bernie and I were on the phone again for like, five hours on Saturday night.
Sunday was a great day. I went to yoga with Veronica, where we got our butts kicked. Then I went on a mission with Whitney. We'd been texting about how she's missing India this time of year, and how she would be sitting outside sipped a fresh lime soda. I was like, "Let's make that happen!" So she found an Indian place up on Devon and we sipped fresh lime sodas and wore summer clothes, even though it was freezing.
The day ended with the season finale of Girls, which was absolutely brilliant:
"Oh, hello, you f**er! Are you kidding me? Where did you go? Who am I supposed to talk to if you won't answer your f**ing phone, okay? That anorexic, Marnie? F**ing Shoshana? Or my stalker ex-boyfriend? It's not like any of them will talk to me. I don't blame them, cause I cut off all my f**ing hair! And now you're off somewhere, just livin' it up, wearing a crop top, you probably got your vagina pierced, and you're not answering your phone and you probably forgot about everyone who's f**ing it up here. Hope you're having a GREAT time. Love you."
Best. Voicemail. Ever.
I love Hannah.
And I was even more delighted when I mentioned to Bernie how much I loved the scene when Adam is running across the city shirtless, and Bernie's response was that his favorite part is when Adam broke down the door.
My boy watches Girls. I had no idea. This makes me happy.
Anyway, here are me and Whitney sipping our lime sodas:
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