This weekend I did a lot of wine drinking. At home, and at my moms. Where we had a fire, and my dog, who is terrified of fireworks tried to end it all, and walked directly into the fire, escaping being burned alive by seconds. My drunken reaction time is awesome if I do say so myself. We eventually gave him a box to hide in, where he dug his way to china and felt at peace with the buddhists I think.
I ran twice, once with my girlfriend, and once with her and a male friend who couldn't keep up with us. Holla! I bought running shoes separate from my cross trainers, which made me feel pretty awesome, and my feet are still thanking me!
And then, I attended a fireworks party spectacular, where they spent over 5 grand on fireworks, and put on the best display I have seen in years, including city shows. The lights went on for over 40 minutes, and we couldn't believe the orchestration, and sheer nerdiness of the preparation!
This party was a long hour drive away for me, so I couldn't "cab it" home, and in light of my mark as a drunk driver, I didn't drink but for my one glass of moscato 7 hours before departure.
And I had a really good time sober. Go figure!!
I didn't eat bad, I had a few delicious kettle cooked salt and vineger chips (the only kind of chips worth having if you ask me) and a hamburger minus bun, a slice of cheese, and veggies. I gave a lot of stink eyes to people having brownies, cookies, and festively decorated cupcakes. Sure, I could have had one and not blown my diet, but I know myself enough to know that one bit of sugar opens up hells gates, and for me, hell is paved with donuts, candies, cookies, and um, well...cupcakes!
I didn't feel the least bit deprived, and still laughed a lot, and can't wait until next years extravaganza!
I felt a sense of accomplishment as I arrived at Mom's to pick up my dog (who had to be babysat so he wasn't afraid of fireworks displays) at 3 am, and drove home secure in the knowledge that if someone pulled me over, they weren't taking MY ass to jail!