It’s a holiday weekend, so I am going to get back to normal fitness posts tomorrow. I’ve got a great workout that I can’t wait to share. But I am going to.
Yesterday started off way too early, at 5:30 Dan shook my awake to inform me that one of the animals was sick. As soon as I opened my eyes and took a deep “oh crap” breath I knew what he was talking about.
The room smelt awful the kind of awful that makes your eyes burn, and I immediately dreaded what I was going to find. Sure enough Zoe had a bit of an upset stomach and had thrown up all over the floor. She just looked up at me as if to say “Sorry mom, I didn’t mean to”. Poor girl.
We I got it cleaned up only to realize what time it was and that our alarm was set to go off in 10 minutes… that sucked!
Dan had plans to go fishing with my dad so he grabbed some breakfast and headed out. I had a great boot camp event in the morning so I got dressed and headed out the door myself.
The event was a blast, entitled “Adult Field Day” we started off with a kick boxing workout, then a boot camp workout and ended with mini competitions including tire flips and farmers carry.
A quick trip to the farmer’s market afterward and I was back home by lunch time.
Zoe seemed to be feeling much better and because of the gorgeous weather I decided to treat her to her first dog park experience.
See, they even have a section for just small dogs! I thought she was going to love being off her leash and having the ability to dig, run, and do whatever else dogs like to do outside.
She did a bit of smelling!
I mean, most dogs like that kind of thing right?
Not mine. We were there for about 5 minutes until she looked up at me as if to say: “And you thought I would like this why?”
Princess Zoe doesn’t want to get her paws dirty
She literally walked over to the gate where we entered and sat staring.
And that was the end of the dog park. Epic fail.
From the dog park it was back home to get a few things done before heading out for the night. I wish I had taken pictures, but I didn’t.
I’m Too Old For That
All I can say is that I have learned I simply don’t have the passion or stamina to go bar hopping any longer.
One of my good friends is moving to DC in a few weeks so several of us went out last night as a going away bash. We started dinner at a Thai place then hopped along King Street from bar to bar.
- 6:45 Tasty Thai and Sushi: It was okay but nothing to write home about. I ordered a spicy curry vegan dish only to find it wasn’t spicy at all, and I had ordered it as a #4 out of 5 spiciness. A bit disappointed.
- 8:30 Hom Bar: This place was really cool. I enjoyed a beer while be played a few rounds of Ping Pong! Yup, they had ping pong tables set up in the back. Let’s just say we all got a bit competitive with our games and by the end we are dropping our last names as verbs… “You just got Boyled!” may have popped out a few times!
- 10:00: Belmont: Champagne cocktail at The Belmont. This was an upscale bar with a great ambience. It was a bit more swanky than what we were looking for, but my cocktail was gorgeous and delicious. I tried to take some pictures but it was too dark.
- 11:00: Fish. This bar had an open dance floor, and I may have decided at this point to go barefoot. I sipped on a whiskey sour while dancing to chart hits.
- The rest of the night: We had a hard time deciding what to do. I refuse to pay cover charges so at this time we pretty much called it a night. We went to one other bar but it was dead, and we ended up not drinking, just chit-chatting until we all decided to call it a night.
Considering we had 6:45 dinner reservations, and didn’t get home until 1:30 I am quite
disappointed impressed that I only had 4 drinks the entire night.
Back in the day I am pretty sure I used to be able to chill, drink and enjoy a wild night out. I was able to dance the night away, walk in heels forever and not let it phase me.
Last night after about 3 hours me feet were pissed at me for putting them in 4 inch heels, I was informed that I was the worst dancer ever (thanks Dan) and when a drink arrived I automatically ask myself “is this going to affect how I feel in the morning?” and then I backed off or moved forward depending on the answer.
Let’s just say this morning I woke up feeling perfect. So score! I’ve also come to realize that my days of crazy downtown shenanigans are probably behind me. Which is fine for me and my waistline!
- Does your dog enjoy dog parks?
- Are you able to revert back to your 20s when going out?