I DIDN’T…
- actually tell you I was going on vacation therefor going to be MIA for a week. My bad. But you survived (surprisingly). ; )
- work out. Not even once.
- see my girl, Whitney, for the millionth time in a row. We have cray cray schedules, because we’re so awesome, so we’ll just let it go.
- didn’t get crazy on St. Patty’s Day. I watched basketball games instead. It was enjoyable and I was over alcohol by that point in the week…
- didn’t set foot on a beach (gasp!) but it was chilly and rainy the whole time I was there.
- I definitely didn’t have enough time with Ted and Ann. But it’s ok. They’re coming to KY for Derby… right, guys? ; )
I DID…
- get an average of 9 hours of sleep per night. Sometimes more…
- eat mexican food more times than is probably safe… (gastrointestinally speaking)
- drink margaritas. Several of them.
- spend an entire day watching basketball games. I couldn’t do this with any other sport, except World Cup soccer or the Olympics.
- take 30 minute showers. I blame Ted and Ann’s shower. It’s just too wonderful, there was nothing I could do…
- have an amazing girl’s night.
- get to be 5th wheel with my two fave SD couples…
- have fish tacos, which I’ve come to the conclusion that you can’t have good fish tacos ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD other than SD. I’ve tried.
- take a nap nearly every day.
- go to a gun range to shoot rifles and pistols with Ted (you’d think I was still in KY).
- make some kick-ass summer plans with Jenn! More on that later…
- get jet lag like a mo-fo. which is why i’m posting this past midnight, EST.
~Cheers to vacay~
and margies…
I want 9 hour sleeps, days watching basketball, too much tex-mex, and margs… then I would be truly happy. (clearly I’m counting down my next trip back to Texas)