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Reunions recap
Good god, there's barely any of me that doesn't hurt. Vocal cords (apparently I'm an alto now), shoulders, stomach muscles, back muscles, forearms, my left knee, the sides of my calves (?), heels, the arches of my feet, the balls of my feet, and my toes. (Yes, every part of my foot has its own distinct pain and deserves its own listing.) Oh, and my right thumb, for some reason.
Good Reunions.
Also, by my extremely scientific calculation, I consumed approximately 30 gazillion calories this weekend. That includes five separate servings of ice cream (including the trifecta of Bent Spoon, T-Sweets, and Halo Pub), one of the best chocolate croissants I've ever had in this country, a cinnamon crunch bagel, far too much cake, far too many cookies, hot wings, hot dogs, masses of Chinese food, beer, cider, rum, gin, and an unholy abomination of a sandwich courtesy of the evil evil people at Hoagie Haven. (The Sanchez - chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, and french fries with a completely unidentifiable sauce. There might be some provolone in there, too, it gets confusing. They encourage you to order it with extra sauce, that is, "dirty". This is an idea that I think is a brilliant, brilliant idea for exactly one half-hour period at noon on the Sunday of Reunions, and an unholy abomination at all other times.)
Also, personal Bon Jovi count for the weekend was four "Livin' On a Prayer"s and two "Shot Through the Heart"s.
Plus, only one thunderstorm. Which didn't hit the fireworks stockpile this year. And no sunburns. And at least four hours of sleep each night.
Like I said, good Reunions.
Good Reunions.
Also, by my extremely scientific calculation, I consumed approximately 30 gazillion calories this weekend. That includes five separate servings of ice cream (including the trifecta of Bent Spoon, T-Sweets, and Halo Pub), one of the best chocolate croissants I've ever had in this country, a cinnamon crunch bagel, far too much cake, far too many cookies, hot wings, hot dogs, masses of Chinese food, beer, cider, rum, gin, and an unholy abomination of a sandwich courtesy of the evil evil people at Hoagie Haven. (The Sanchez - chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, and french fries with a completely unidentifiable sauce. There might be some provolone in there, too, it gets confusing. They encourage you to order it with extra sauce, that is, "dirty". This is an idea that I think is a brilliant, brilliant idea for exactly one half-hour period at noon on the Sunday of Reunions, and an unholy abomination at all other times.)
Also, personal Bon Jovi count for the weekend was four "Livin' On a Prayer"s and two "Shot Through the Heart"s.
Plus, only one thunderstorm. Which didn't hit the fireworks stockpile this year. And no sunburns. And at least four hours of sleep each night.
Like I said, good Reunions.
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I made salmon and fiddlehead ferns last night, with veggies and rice planned for tonight and veggie-heavy chili for tomorrow. I must work to counteract the Sanchez!
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