September 16, 2007
What have I done to earn such a fabulous weekend? I have no idea, but karma was all too kind. If you're looking for a typical post--you know, from an overqualified babysitter with a sometimes humiliating gas problem--then click away and look elsewhere my friends, click away. I just had one of the best weekends ever.
Here's a little play by play. You know, just to make you jealous:
On Friday night my all time favorite band was in town--the Indigo Girls. I've loved the Indigo Girls for a million years and I've been lucky enough to see them live seven or eight times. Strangely enough, Friday's show was only three miles from my apartment and I didn't have tickets. I couldn't find anyone to go with me except my husband, and if we went on a date, we'd break our long and strong streak of marital unexcitement. We just couldn't stand to do such a thing.
The opening act went on at 8pm, and at 8:04 I turned to Jared and said, "It feels so wrong that the Indigo Girls are three miles away and I'm not there." He was like, "Just go!"
So I did. I changed my clothes, raced downtown, parked, and ran to the theater. I bolted up to the box office, panting my brains out and said, "It's just me, give me the best single ticket you've got." And get this, the ticket girl said, "I have one single ticket in the front row. It's right in the center." I gave her an assertive nod, and trying my hardest to act as though pee wasn't trickling down my leg, I casually replied, "That will do."
It was hands down, the best concert I've ever been to--for several reasons: first, the music was fantastic; second, I was front row center; and third, I got asked out not one, but FOUR times! Nooo, I didn't get asked out by the same unstable man over and over and over like I usually do, I got asked out by four separate women!
It's should come as no surprise that my self esteem is off the charts.
In case you're not familiar with the Indigo Girls, they're lesbians. So naturally, they draw a lot of fans from the gay community. I now know that if I were a lesbian, I'd probably end up dating a girl who wore a lot of cargo shorts, because every single babe who asked me out for a drink was sporting a pair. My gosh it was fantastic.
Unfortunately I had to turn them all down because I don't drink, and you know, I'm mostly straight. I say mostly, because if the opportunity ever presents itself, I'm completely prepared to pay upwards of one-hundred-and-fifty dollars to touch J-Lo's rear end. But really, who wouldn't?
After the show, I did have a bit of a run-in with a rather--mmmm, how do I put this lightly--ginormous girl who was quite seriously wearing an "I heart Mormon Girls" t-shirt. I was standing two inches away from her bicep and easily overheard her bragging that she could "spot a Mormon girl from a mile away" and the touting the fact that they found her impossibly hard to resist. I was thinking, "Might wanna get that radar tweaked, big honey! You haven't spotted me! And, um, I wouldn't get with you for all the elephants in the zoo."
In other, more boring news, I won the
big girl's clydesdale division of a 15k (9.3 mile) race on Saturday. I finished in 1:14.30, a 7:59 minute mile pace. I have a new medal, so of course, I'm feeling very satisfied.
In other, more exciting news, I was linked by the fabulous Crabby McSlacker on her world famous Cranky Fitness blog. Thanks Crabby, my hits are up by like, a million!
And lastly, Jared scored a free x-ray machine worth, get this, twenty THOUSAND dollars! We had a fabulous, lazy Sunday including my grey sweatsuit-outfit and an injury-free trip to the park. And I'm having a full blown love affair with Oreo Cakesters.
See? I must have done something positively earth shattering, because Karma was totally in my court.