Another weekend of unfulfilled desires.
Today I begin my tenure are the lone iOS developer at “XYZ Corp”. I’m not sure how happy I am aboit this, but the only other choice is to resign.
Happy Birthday To Me
Thanks to all of you who wished me “Happy Birthday” over the past three days. I’m sure that there are a few on Facebook that I will never see as well. It really means a lot to me to have you all as friends and ITP Readers.
Nappy Birthday To Me
On Thursday and Friday I was never able to figure out where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do on my birthday. The one thing I finally thought to do, but too late to enact, was to drive up to Tennessee and photograph people doing whitewater rafting. It’s been too long since I have done this, in fact when I look on Flickr I see it’s been nine years since I last did this (HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!?!). However, my camera gear needed to be prepared for battle and I didn’t get around to doing this on Friday.
After watching the day’s individual time trial Saturday I wound up meeting some friends at the newly-opened Hob Nob in Brookhaven. We lasted one drink there because it was crowded for Saturday brunch, and the place had a guitar player who also sang songs which made it difficult to talk. From Hob Nob we sauntered down to There where a few more beverages were consumed. My friend Bill ate a Reuben sandwich that looked amazing, but at the time I wasn’t hungry enough to order food.
It was still early by the time we wrapped up at There, so Bill and I decided to try the craft beer brewery/restaurant Hopstix in Chamblee about which I had heard. I had one beer and some fried chicken nuggets, both of which were very good.
I suppose that the thought of heading home directly after Hopstix was too much for me, so I stopped at El Myriachi in Kirkwood for an early dinner.
In what has become a far-too-often occurrence I fell asleep early Saturday night, around 8:00pm, and woke again around 11:30pm. After all of the food and alcohol I ingested I shouldn’t be too surprised why this is happening to me.
I Almost Hashed Again
While I wanted to go out to the Black Sheep Hash on Sunday the combination of distance to the start (Acworth), predicted sweltering temperatures, and the lack of productivity on my birthday kept me home. Instead of going hashing, I stayed in and watched the final stage of the Tour de France, put in a pathetic thirty minutes on the trainer, did some German homework, and wrote the majority of this blog post.
The New 52
Today I must make time for a workout at LA Fitness or in the office workout room. The time has arrived for me to lose some fat around the middle so that my pants fit comfortably again. Along with exercise I will go kicking and screaming into the world of reduced calorie consumption. It’s a good thing that I am always irritable so that you won’t notice how irritated I have become by limiting the only vice that Life has allowed me to abuse.
Today is semi-annual dental checkup day. For the last few years I have had little angst with my trips to the dentist, but this time I fear getting some bad (and expensive) news. I hope that I am wrong about this.
The M6 is full of dirty laundry that also will get some attention today.
Happy post-Tour-Monday. This is always a little melancholy day for me, even if it would be a rest day if the tour were still occurring.