Hey, so here's a question for all you Fall connoisseurs...
Do you like your tree foliage more red/orange...
...Or more yellow/green? This tree was so crazy bright, that I could barely look at it with my slight hangover today.
Oh, kids. Have you ever had those times in your life when things were really pretty good, and there was lots to do and no one in your household was really sick or emotionally upset and there wasn't a whole lot of drama unless you decided to create it, and you hate drama, so you chose not to? There was so much in your life to do and see and you didn't want to miss it, so you tried to grab it all up with with both hands and stuff it in your mouth, so you could keep it with you to have for when things got really bad again? And you know they will. There will be lots of pain and scary stuff and bad luck, but for this weekend, things were good. So, maybe you did too much, because you also know that soon, it will get cold outside and there won't be so many options? Well, that was pretty much how my weekend went.
Things were good, but hectic. The weather was amazing and I ran 24 miles in three days. I didn't get as much cleaning done as I wanted, but I'll make up for it as soon as things get more seasonably chilly...Or else I won't and will just deal, and I bet no one dies because of it.
On Saturday night I had a bit of a migraine. I took my meds, but they didn't work like they usually do. I went to dinner with friends, and had to take some more. I can be very internal when I'm in pain, or sad, or even sometimes when everything is just fine, but mostly when I'm in pain. My friend H. noticed, and later when I was better, she said, "I could see we were losing you there for a bit at dinner..." Yeah, I had to tune out, or I was afraid I was going to pass-out.
Thankfully, I didn't and my headache went away. So much so, that I actually drank some beer, and then some more. I went to The Picador to see a friend's band play and I had a lot of fun. There were many people I knew there, and I was a little overwhelmed. I tried to talk to everyone, but conversations kept getting interrupted, and then I'd forget to tell people the stuff I really wanted to say. Of course, whatever I did say, was very loud and inappropriate. I knew it was time to go when I just blanked out on what I was talking about in mid-sentence and left the words just hanging out there to dry. I'm sure whatever it was I was going to say was really earth shattering, though.
Today, for some reason, I was tad hungover. Hmmm, I wonder what could have caused that? I ran my eight mile route very slowly. By the end of my run, I had sweat out most of the evil toxins that were bumming my high, and could go about the rest of my day.
Stinky had a friend over, so I made grilled cheese sandwiches and soup and then dropped them off at a movie. I took Coadster out for dinner to celebrate her making All-State. We were both pretty tired, so we ate our pasta and stared off into space a lot.
Since we were downtown, I stopped into 126 because I knew my friend A. was working and I never see her. We sat outside on a bench and chatted. At one point my friend Brice came out to take a little break and asked me if I still ran. He said he had just started. I asked him if he had experienced runner's high yet. He said, no. That now it still just kills him. I told him to stick it out and he would be rewarded with endorphins. He said, we'll see.
The football watching extravaganza got canceled on account of someone's (not mine, this time) hangover. It could have just as easily been mine, so I totally understand.