It's my first day back at work, and I'm already waxing nostalgic for my long weekend. How, you might ask, does one know it was a good weekend? When it had the following elements:
Superhero movies viewed a second time on the big screen: 1
Afternoons spent seabathing: 1 (Okay, so I didn't really get in the water, but I could have if I wanted to. Plus, I just like the word "seabathing".)
Rooftop parties attended: 1
Tasty drinks concocted for said rooftop party: 4
Number of fireworks displays viewed: At least 15-20
Wedding photo albums completed: 1 (minus a few captions)
Miata shifter boots sewn: 1. Seriously. Check out my photos: Old and Busted. New Hotness.
Fitness classes skipped: 1
Pounds of pasta salad eaten: At least 2
Pounds gained: See above
Early nights: 3
Late mornings: 2
Days until next vacation: 14
Old and Busted, New Hotness... That's a quote from MIB II, right?
Posted by: Peter at July 7, 2004 11:26 AMHa, ha. I bet I had a better weekend than you did, because I was in Portland, Oregon, also known as the Promise Land. An organic food store or coffee shop on every corner, lots of hiking and biking, camping, wading in the Salmon River, picking fresh berries, cooking fresh salmon , and strolling through the Rose Gardens. Beat that, California Girl! Happy anniversary, by the way. I was in Portland, else I would have called. Maybe someday I will live there. Love you!
Posted by: Vic at July 7, 2004 5:20 PMRe: New Hotness--Ooooh, aaah!!!!! Nice stitching!
Posted by: Dad and Mom at July 7, 2004 8:14 PMSo, the question remains, since Josh was driving the old busted joint, who drives the new hotness?
Posted by: Will at July 8, 2004 4:31 AM