Anyway - nothing cryptic. He's a man of few words and it was just a number we didn't have. But still, I figured I better bring a bunch of stuff to the party just to be on the safe side. P.S. I'm just letting everyone know how awesome of a party guest I am so more people invite me to parties. I bake brownies! I bring beer! I bring bottles of wine as a gift!
I made two massive batches of homemade brownies to take along. Ugh, fine. I mixed up the batter from two boxes. But I put it into the oven all my myself. Hubby helped a little with cleanup:
If by cleanup you mean licking the spoon and then asking for a "refill". I reloaded the spoon full of gooey brownie batter since he asked so nicely.
Anyway, we went to to a barbecue. I ate what I believe to be kind of a sad portion for dinner - two ribs, a piece of corn on the cob, a handful of shrimp and a little piece of bread. I was heading back for seconds but then realized that as good as all the food was (and it was GOOD!) nothing would be as tasty as a bunch of dessert. So brownies and pecan pie it was. Some of the younger kids were making s'mores out back in a bonfire and I snuck out to make one of those too.
After the barbecue the birthday girl really wanted to see a live band playing in a local bar/restaurant called the Dalton Depot, so we loaded up and I got hammered on, um...diet cokes. I figured if I had to get up at 5am to run it better be worth something so I was the designated driver. We danced, we sang along to old Southern rock songs and I felt like an awesome hillbilly and loved it.
What I did NOT love was waking up at 5 this morning with a raging soda hangover (is that a thing?) and being greeted with the coldest morning in over a year. I took a phone picture in the car because I couldn't believe it was 22 degrees in Georgia. Seriously? Not a fan.
A slow and unhappy 15.5 miles was what I got this morning. Happy to have company but on days I feel badly I kind of hate the feeling that I'm slowing people down. Oh well, I guess it works both ways. Everyone has a bad run day, right?
Are you a fan of live music? Best concert you've ever been to?
I love listening to live music, but it's about a million times better if I know the lyrics. I love singing along! So I prefer listening to cover bands a lot of the time because they sing a bunch of hits that I know the words to. On Bourbon Street in New Orleans a bunch of the bars had cover bands that I thought were fantastic.
Would you rather run in cold weather (below freezing) or hot weather (above 80 degrees)?
I would rather run in a breezy, climate controlled area where the weather is always 55 degrees, but since that never happens...I think cold is better. As long as I'm bundled up!