I hope you all like the new and improved Duder. By 'new and improved' I mean tubby. I've been eating, drinking, sleeping, watching movies, wine touring, shopping and oh yeah - not running or engaging in any form of excerise whatsoever. Robot Chicken is the shit. So is Hillside Estates Mosiac at $35 a bottle. Whatever. I'm worth it. I'm apparently also worth the CASE of wine I have in my trunk, and my new shoes that were like $70. Um, yeah, I think I'm relaxed now. I may not return.
Registered for the Boston Marathon which takes place on April 21st. Need to find someone to accompany me because I am far too much of a baby to go by myself. Anyone want to be my own personal waterboy/girl? We could have fun! Eat chowder! You can rub my legs for an hour after I finish the marathon and dump ice into the tub for me. Come on, when else are you going to see me naked, wet and writhing in pain? A good time will be had by all.
So we are heading back tomorrow. I DO NOT WANT TO RETURN. I love vacations. Will get in around dinner tomorrow. I'm looking forward to printing off some of the many photos I've taken (will definitely upload the PG ones onto my blog). I think some of them may even be frame-worthy. Saturday night appears to be shaping up to be a bit of a drunken fiasco: meeting up with some of my running cohorts earlier in the evening, and then Po and N later on. My car will definitely be left on some Kits bus route. Like I haven't had enough wine this week.
I love my life. I love my Buddha belly. Our Coast hotel had both a bible and Buddha book in the bedside table: how cool was that?
Alright. So that's all I have. If I don't return this weekend then it's because I've bought a winery and am never coming back. In which case, you should totally come up and try my new Gewurztraminer: it's fantastic.
Sigh. See you guys soon. And don't make fun of my belly. It's my fuel reserve for Boston, baby!
Registered for the Boston Marathon which takes place on April 21st. Need to find someone to accompany me because I am far too much of a baby to go by myself. Anyone want to be my own personal waterboy/girl? We could have fun! Eat chowder! You can rub my legs for an hour after I finish the marathon and dump ice into the tub for me. Come on, when else are you going to see me naked, wet and writhing in pain? A good time will be had by all.
So we are heading back tomorrow. I DO NOT WANT TO RETURN. I love vacations. Will get in around dinner tomorrow. I'm looking forward to printing off some of the many photos I've taken (will definitely upload the PG ones onto my blog). I think some of them may even be frame-worthy. Saturday night appears to be shaping up to be a bit of a drunken fiasco: meeting up with some of my running cohorts earlier in the evening, and then Po and N later on. My car will definitely be left on some Kits bus route. Like I haven't had enough wine this week.
I love my life. I love my Buddha belly. Our Coast hotel had both a bible and Buddha book in the bedside table: how cool was that?
Alright. So that's all I have. If I don't return this weekend then it's because I've bought a winery and am never coming back. In which case, you should totally come up and try my new Gewurztraminer: it's fantastic.
Sigh. See you guys soon. And don't make fun of my belly. It's my fuel reserve for Boston, baby!
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