Just got back from lunch with Karsten, , and my coworker J at Baja Fresh. But not the West End Baja Fresh! No, the Green Hills Baja Fresh. So it was different. Snootier.
Or, well, it should have been. But instead, it was poorer service. Of course, maybe that’s because we were loud and obnoxious.
After lunch, Karsten and and I went shopping in Green Hills Mall, where we scoffed at the ridiculous prices, admired a few cool items, and did our level best to piss off the other shoppers by having fun. Jeez, people, you’re shopping, not attending church. Lighten up.
And I guess I haven’t posted an update since before Christmas, so here goes.
My parents gave me Scene It? for Christmas, which was a great gift. The whole family played it all evening on Christmas day — and unanimously banned me from the game after the first 10 minutes. Whaaaaaat? I love movies; what can I say? The fact that I know most of the answers only proves I have no life — and I’m not even making money as a movie critic or anything.
We have a recent tradition in the family of appointing a Christmas Pig. Last year, Karsten and my nephew were neck-and-neck for the coveted title — it was so close, I don’t even remember who won; this year my niece and I were in the lead, but then out of nowhere my mom took the crown! The women really surprised the men with their eating stamina in this year’s race. I think the men are going to go back and do some serious training for next year.
Yesterday, Karsten and I made the drive back to Nashville, with a plan to stop at Trader Joe’s in Indianapolis. We needed to pick up some more cases of Three Buck Chuck. Unfortunately, we forgot about Indiana’s blue law prohibiting the sale of alcohol on Sunday. Funny that we forgot it, since Tennessee has a similar law. But regardless, we were forced to leave, well, not empty-handed (we did stock up on other goodies to the tune of $100), but without our beloved cheapskate wine.
Between Indianapolis and Louisville, I-65 was an absolute mess. We had several patches of slow-moving traffic, and dozens of cars off the side of the road. The trip home took two hours longer than usual, and we were exhausted by the time we pulled into the parking lot, with a full car yet to unload. Ugh. But at least all six kitties were alive and well and clearly happy to see us.
I felt like a slug in the gym this morning after a week without working out at all (not to mention the whole vying for the title of Christmas Pig thing). I only did a mini-session on the elliptical followed by almost an equivalent amount of stretching — I’m feeling really tight and stiff. But at least I’m back in the groove. And I’m practically alone in the office today, so I’m catching up on work and personal email and LJ, with the occasional work task thrown in for good measure.
And that about does it.