4/5/08
9:00am
--1 LC peanut chicken
--1/2 plum
--1 cup milk
I needed to grab some breakfast, but it had to be sustantial an something I could tote over to my mom's. This wound up working.
11:00am
--2 sf popsicles
1:30pm
--1 snack size Mounds bar
2:30pm
--1 big toasted cheese sandwich
--1 handful goldfish
--1 grape Propel
Oh my God, I'm going to die! I am so out of shape. I volunteered to help my mom clean out her fridge and it was really, really hard work! It hadn't been done in years, so it was really dirty and there was just so much to pull out and clean. At one point I was practically in the fridge myself scraping up flotsam.
Now that it's done I'm glad we did it. It's sparkling clean and it really made her happy, which makes me happy. But I seriously thought I was going to die there toward the end. And then I still had to make the grocery store run. Whew!
8:00pm
--3 big jerk chicken skewers
--1/2 cup jambalaya
--1/4 cup mystery chicken rice dish
--3/4 cup mashed potatoes
--2 marshmallows
--a healthy scoop of vanilla ice cream w/a bit of caramel sauce
Wow--this food really had a kick to it! It was quite tasty though. I got full pretty fast (for me, that is) and the spice also curbed the urge to overeat, so I actually feel really good about this.
The party was so-so. At first we were a bit afraid we were at the wrong party since we didn't recognize anyone. They honestly didn't go our of their way to be too friendly. It seemed like 2 of the couples there knew each other and were a pretty tight circle and the other couple was kind of aloof. No big deal, but it did remind me that I should really make at effort at parties to make sure everyone is included.
Later on, once the birthday girl arrived and a couple of friends of hers we did know showed up, we settled into polite party small talk. I think I'm becoming an old fuddy-duddy in my elder years here. Neither DH nor I drink--we both take a medicine that you can't mix with alcohol. But even before that, I never really enjoyed the taste of alcohol so I only drank rarely, and he never had more than a beer or two.
This was much more of a hard-partying crowd. The birthday girl and her sister were both thoroughly toasted by evening's end, as were a couple of the other ladies. Everyone else was just drinking socially and they were fine, but my friend and her sister tend to get a bit, er, animated, when they drink a lot. This one lady was completely bombed and wound up getting into a fight with her husband, who was trying to take her home. Lucky him.
I just don't get it. I can kind of understand why my friend had a lot--I guess if you can't let your hair down and have a bit too much to drink on your 30th birthday, when can you? But for her sister and some of the other ladies, it seemed like this was a big part of their life. All they talked about for a solid hour was what they had to drink recently, stories from when they got really drunk, and what they were going to drink. Do they really have nothing better to do or say? It was just kind of boring. You'd think most people would outgrow their fascination with getting drunk in their early 20's or so.
Or maybe we're just becoming sticks in the mud. It just seems like at every party, most people have a few drinks and are fine, but there's always one or two who just take it too far and put a damper on things for everyone else.