I wasn’t sure where to begin, but this quote captures how I feel about my weekend in Columbus with a group of the most A.MAY.ZING. girls in the world (Kristin, Ruth, Sarah, Carrie, Jen) and their lovely families. Fortunately for me, these are only a few of the beautiful friends (and extended families) that I feel this way about. I am blessed.
While I want to share all of the adventures of my weekend back in Columbus for Kristin’s Bachelorette party and bridal shower weekend, I have to admit that I’m exhausted and promise to fill you all in when I recover…probably this weekend, unless I get very bored at work. (Okay, maybe you’ll hear about it all tomorrow.)
Today was a long day. Last’s night Megabus trip proved to be wild ride. Apparently the bus driver decided to take a break around 2 am- somewhere in the middle of Indiana and forced all of us to drag our Zombie-butts off the big bad bus and kill a half an hour in some convenience store. I’d think that this was a ‘dream’ except I unfortunately have evidence that it was indeed not. I kinda-sorta remember purchasing these, after roaming the aisles (Zombie eyes and all) looking for something edible and healthy. Trail mix it was…again. Seriously, rest stops across the country, would it kill you to offer fresh fruit, yogurt, salads…anything but McDonald’s greese and sugary sugar-snacks with added sugar???
Anyways, trail mix it was, and I’m disappointed to say that I ate the whole bag. I was so tired that I just kept eating while I waited to get back on the bus. Not the best thing to do after a weekend of booze and no exercise…not to mention all of these weddings coming up. Workout & dieting started today and fortunately there are no roadtrips in the very near future. The next few weeks are going to be filled with Spinning Classes, Treadmills, Biggest Loser DVDs, Sweet Potatoes. Tofu, Veggie Omelets…doesn’t this sound fun? Honestly, to me it’s does, but I’m also a girl who did the Master Cleanse for 10 days. Yeah, don’t waste your time trying to understand me because sometimes I don’t understand myself.
Okay, Dancing with the Stars is almost over and I just realized that for the past 4 nights, I slept on a bus twice, a hotel bed with two other girls one night, and a couch the other. So yeah, my bed is calling my name, even if it currently looks like this- which is a preview of the stories from my weekend. You cannot see it in the photo, but that wonderful suitcase pictured on the right-hand side (in)conveniently ripped open last night before I hopped on the bus.
One more dance love- by the mess that is Pamela Anderson- and then it’s time to crash. My tired brain is convinced that my body will wake up and work out in the morning before the dreadful trek to Skokie, but we’ll see… Good night. ♥K