The scale read 199.8 this morning. I am sure my weekend’s indulgences along with a lack of a proper exercise routine has little to do with this.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
I have the choice of being right or being human.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
In Castleberry Hill No On Can See Me Park
Friday night I had a plan. The plan was to go to Castleberry Hill and attend the Atlanta Photography Exhibit. What I failed to remember was that on Friday night there was also a Art Stroll, as well as some other activities, going on in Castleberry Hill and that parking would be almost non-existent. I drove around for about five minutes, threw my hands in the air in disgust, and then returned to East Atlanta where I hooked up with some of the EAV Buzzers for happy hour.
In Dafur No One Hears You Scream
On Saturday night I met up with my friend Stacy for some delicious Fox Bros BBQ before we wound our way through Inman Park Festival roadblocks in order to get to the Horizon Theatre to see “In Dafur.”
“In Dafur” is not what one would consider to be a “feel good” play. The play is about the genocide which occurred in Dafur and one New York Times writer’s attempts to get story about it published. While “In Dafur” won’t go down as my favorite play seen at Horizon I thought that it was ably acted and presented a powerful message.
ITP Flickr Pic
Here is the only photo I took all weekend. At the Edgewood Retail District Target yesterday morning there were Wiis in stock.
fwiw- I did not buy one.
No Time For Hashing, There Was Brisket In My Future
This morning’s mild hangover is a product of a wonderful dinner party in East Atlanta that I attended last night. The occasion for the party was the smoking of two beef briskets by EAVer BBQ Steve. To do my part I brought a batch of Alton Brown’s Baked Beans that I cooked for eight hours yesterday. I was pretty pleased with my work and the beans seemed to be enjoyed by others (who eat meat because you know there was bacon in them).
I Must Just Love Giving Money Away
This weekend I was revisiting my car rental options for my August trip to Colorado. Not remembering my exact travel dates I pulled up my flight itinerary. Much to my surprise and dismay according to the itinerary I incorrectly booked my return flight. The return date that my itinerary showed was before the hashing weekend which precipitated this trip. Nothing like make a $75, the cost of flight changing with Delta, mistake. Dangen!
Since I Get No Costello I’ll Settle For Bejar
Tonight I was supposed to be headed to the Tabernacle to see Elvis Costello — that was until the tornado damaged the building thus canceling the show. Tonight I’ll be headed to The EARL to see Dan Bejar’s band Destroyer instead. This of course will be happening after I do a run tonight because my weight does seem to want to take itself off with out exercise. Dangen!
If you are looking for some music action tonight but are not a fan of Bejar’s sound you could go over the < ahref="http://www.lennysbar.com" target="_blank">Lenny’s for the Jay Reatard show.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – funky and not in a good way
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Mountain Goats — “Sax Rahem #1”
Website Of The Day – Tired of getting your email inbox spammed? Give Mailinator a shot.
Exercise (b)Log – running/walking, 8 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 56.5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 6
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 200 pounds
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 29 (29)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day