Running in Heels

I hate it when you realize on the drive to the airport at 12:40 that
your 1:30 flight actually leaves at 1:05...

Quote of the Night

This is such a starfish! He's so asexual. No one could really LIKE
him. -Becca

Obsess much?

Is it possible that I am obsessed with cupcakes? The question crossed my mind after our most delightful nanny visited NYC and managed to bring me back a half dozen of my favorite baked goods and a shirt for my son. Seemed like an incredibly generous gift.

And then an insightful and innocent bystander pointed out: "Who would be so crazy for a certain cupcake that their obsession would convince someone else to bring them 2500 miles without having to ask?"

Hmm.... okay. maybe.

Fair Warning

Ticket in Hand

For some reason, I was super excited for our season tickets to arrive today and can hardly believe that kickoff is a mere 17 days away! Alas, the end of summer is drawing near... But not the heat.

I digress...

Excited for the tickets... which we are selling. But that doesn't matter! Because -even if only for a few moments- the arrival of these pieces of cardboard remind me that my favorite season (football) is just around the corner and helps pull me out of my summer slump.

Though it has been years since my last 'real' summer (ironic that it is considered a 'real' summer only prior to entering the 'real' world, when a 'real' summer ceases to exist)... I've had a bit of the end-of-summer blues lately. Or maybe it's the mean reds. Put another way: it feels like it's that last day of summer for the past week or two. In any case, I took a quick swim today at lunch to try to shake it off. But it was the tickets that did the trick.

It's Stripey Here....

..in a primary kinda way." 

 

Crying I'm laughing so hard...  Happy Tuesday afternoon. xxoo

 

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Soooooooo 'Austin'

I love it here. It's a town where you can be yourself (a healthier version of yourself, that is) and things are beautiful and people are happy blah blah blahhhh... But every once in a few years I have a moment --where just for a moment-- a brief point in time-- where it's some sort of out of body experience that I see myself and wonder if maybe the soul if the city has taken me over...

As I walked out of the store thinking 'how cool it is that this is The Central Market where it all started. The very first store, how lovely...' When it hit me: I just bought herbs and organic foods while wearing birkenstocks.

What happened to Manolos and Martinis?

Just sayin'

Saturday Morning Coffee

Our weekly walk to our local, family owned coffee roaster.

Still Got It

Apparently, my previous post stirred quite a bit of speculation... so please allow me to share a proud moment from last weekend to clarify:

We went out (yep, that's right!!) for a friends 41st birthday which started with drinks at the Driskill and continued to Travernia on Congress and then up the million steps to Speakeasy. No, the fact that I can still physically climb that staircase isn't the part I'm most proud - albeit a noteworthy feat.

We were the last to arrive at the Driskill and everyone was drink-in-hand. What was I to imbibe? Could it be? YES! I was going to have my old standby cocktail. The Shorty has been sleeping through the night (for the most part) and I was ready to relax, enjoy and deal with it should he decide to wake up at 3am, or 5 or 7... you get the picture. Age had made hangovers gradually (yet notably) more difficult to overcome but the prospect of being up repeatedly during the height of 'sleeping it off' has turned the 'hangover' into something to be feared.

I digress.

The cocktail! So I ordered (geez, do I even remember how to do this) it was as if I was walking a tightrope: one new step with each word... martini, vodka. Dirty. Belvedere! Generous with the Vermouth!! =) yayyyy. i made it to the other side! oh, the anticipation.

then the waitress arrives my glorious reunion in hand all cold and pretty. sip 1. hmm.whew! wow. okay, it's okay... it's a been awhile.

--chit chat with the ladies about the 5 month old--

Sip 2. wha? yeah, it happened again. what is going on here? sure, its been well over a year, but could I have possibly lost it?

--chit chat about their recent trip to vegas--

Sip 3. okay, something IS wrong here. it just can't be that we aren't getting along this well. no time to waste, i helped myself to the bartender.

as I approached the bar, glass in hand (and possibly a bit of a fretful look in tow) he preempted me: "Belvedere, right?"

me: "Yes"
bartender: "I made it" (reaching to take it from me)
me: "Oh"
bartender: "I completely forgot the dirty (walks over to splash in the olive juice)"
me: (smiling and relieved) "and the vermouth?"
bartender: "sorry. that too..."
me: (as he hands it back) "thanks! i have a baby and it's the first time in over a year-- i thought it was me!"
conservatively dressed 40-something woman at the bar, looking me over with a slight smile: "impressive. You've still got it"

Sip 4: perfect.



Post Script: After finishing half the martini, I helped myself to half a glass of wine at dinner then eased up, having two glasses of water by Speakeasy and calling it a night.

Celebrating Six Months!