20 Something in LA LA land...

3 days

I could NOT be happier that I have today off - I needed it so badly. Friday night was nice and relaxing, but I slept badly that night... why do you think??? Click-click-clickety heels next door. I woke up Saturday morning and went straight to my notepad - where I wrote a very polite letter asking her to PLEASE take off her heels when walking around her apt - ESPECIALLY in the middle of the night. I swear, I have NO idea what in the hell she's doing at 3 am walking back and forth, back and forth... I mean, when I get home after a long night I go to two places: the refridgerator or the bed!

Early Saturday evening, C and I headed towards the beach for out oyster and seafood dinner. We got there at the perfect time to sit at the bar and watch the sun setting over the Pacific. I ordered a 1/2 dozen oysters and three sampling wines with it. C also ordered an appetizer and shared my oysters! Pardon my excitement, but cut to a couple of years ago and I couldn't even get him to eat a piece of FRIED fish... now he's all about sushi and oysters? What a California boy ;)

After dinner, we stopped at the store to pick up Guitar Hero for our Wii... cut to two hours later with wine, wii and the guitar - it was SUCH a fun night. I got pretty buzzed so I went to bed a bit before midnight and I woke up at 4:30 am to drink some water. And that's where the fun started - I couldn't get back to bed until 7:15 am. Does that ever happen to you? It was so frustrating. I couldn't get comfy, and then I just wasn't tired. By the time I feel asleep, my alarm went off shortly thereafter. Needless to say, I was a walking zombie yesterday.

We had to get up to see the new condo we're moving into! You heard it, we're moving! Most likely April 1st, although we'll have to see in the next week or two how the condo progresses. It's being fully built right now, and it's going to be GORGEOUS. 2 bedrooms (luxury for us), 2 stories, beautiful kitchen with all new appliances, fireplaces, 3 bathrooms, a huge patio opening into a front yard. We are extremely excited, and it's rent to own situation. So we will pay rent and in approx. a year, if we decide we want to buy it, that rent will have gone towards a down payment - which is perfect for us considering I don't think we're exactly ready to buy a home just yet. It's in a new area that both of us don't know all that well, but it's near everything. YAY!

Last night, thankfully, I slept a whole 9 hours (I needed it!) and just gonna run some errands today... Hope you all had nice three-day weekends!!!

The rambling weekend recap

The weekend was - how else can I say it - perfect.  Not only was it filled with food, friends, and fun, but C and I are in a very good place.  I mean, other than when I gave him crap for coming home after playing basketball and throwing his shit all over the living room.  But that's pretty typical.  And showering?  You'd think it would be natural to want to shower after playing three hours of sweaty nasty basketball but apparently when football playoffs are on, showering goes down your list of priorities.  But that's a whole other story.

Friday night, we started our evening at out favorite Irish gastropub/bar down the street.  It's such a warm environment, where we can sit at the bar, enjoy some yummy beer and wine and just decompress the crazy week that just ended.  Oh, and they have the best fries known to man (or at least known to me) so that never hurts.  Afterwards, we went out to dinner to an Ethiopian restaurant here in LA.  Shocked?  yeah, I know, I was a little hesitant.  However, C and I have embarked on this new exciting mission of trying different, interesting, off the beaten path type restaurants - and what better place to do it than here in LA?  A couple of weeks ago was Peruvian and now Ethiopian.  And can I just stop and say that when C and I first met?  He would shy away from anything that wasn't meat and potatoes - and now?  He LOVES fish (even the raw kind), and different ethnic cuisines.  So, I could say I did a good job.  Anyway, Ethiopian food is SO good, everything comes on this thin bread/crepe, and there are NO utensils, so you eat by ripping a piece of the bread (injera) and scooping your meats and vegetables.  PROS?  YUMMY food, cheap bill, very interesting date.  CONS?  Smelly hands for hours and the possibility of eating too much and not being able to stop because it was SO damn good and then subsequently not being able to sleep because of VERY FULL TUMMY with indigestion.  Thank you C for running out and getting me Alka Seltzer at midnight. 

Saturday was errands and dinner and games with a very close couple of ours.  Remind me to elaborate on that another time because also?  Quite the experience having dinner with a newlywed couple who are SO intent on showing that they have the HAPPIEST LIFE EVER.  With matching outfits too!

Yesterday was breakfast, followed by an open house nearby and hi?  I want to afford my own house TODAY.  Also, we went furniture shopping and bought a new dresser which should be arriving at some point this afternoon.  And last night?  Fish tacos and Amazing Race. 

I'd say it was one of the better weekends in a long while.

Growing apart.

This morning has just been off.  It started when I set my alarm for a pretty early time (even though I was out late last night) to make it to a Spinning class taught by my favorite instructor.  Upon arriving at the gym, I saw the spin room empty, and after taking a look at the schedule, realized that the class is no longer since the New Year.  Good one D - next time, look online BEFORE you wake yourself up at an ungodly hour.  I still ended up doing 50 minutes on the treadmill so I did get some cardio in.

At home, while I was getting ready for work, my stomach started to hurt.  Cut to 45 minutes later, when I am basically doubled over in the bathroom hoping the stomach cramps go away.  No, not nausea, just "I feel like I have to go to the bathroom but can't" pains.  NOT FUN.  I still am not pain free hours later but I'm hoping for the best?

The weekend was a bit crazy - too much drinking, too much food, and not enough sleep.  Friday night was a fun dinner, followed by a great Irish pub.  Our friends that were in town were staying by the beach, and even though that's a bit of a drive for C and I, of course we went to them.  We have been really looking forward to seeing them, and it's rare that there is a couple that the guys get along as well as the women, so we definitely don't take it for granted.

They had invited us to join them for dinner on Saturday night at the most expensive steakhouse in LA, but due to the strike, C and I felt like it would be too much for us.  So we met them at the beach during the day on Saturday, and had plans to meet them after dinner when we would all go out in our neighborhood.  The wife had just come down with a cold and was absolutely silent for the few hours we were with them.  C was having a blas, tossing the football and playing around with the guys.  But I was just sitting there.  I started to get a very strange feeling about my relationship with the girl and how I felt it had changed.

A bit of a backstory: The couple are from the East Coast, but moved to LA a while back for one year for his job.  We immediately became friends.  She and I were very close for a while there - we had the same interests, and gossiped aand had fun.  Sure, she was a little less outgoing and "fun" as I am - she tended to be more quiet, didn't really drink, didn't love to go out, but we still totally got along.  And C and her husband immediately became really close so it worked.

When they moved back to LA, we would talk on the phone almost every weekend and IM.  The truth was we all missed eachother.  In May of '07, we went to NY and stayed with them for the weekend.  It was mostly a great weekend, a lot of fun was had, but I sensed a tiny bit of shift in my relationship with the girl.  It wasn't as easy for us to talk about whatever - it just felt a bit more forced if that makes sense.

However, we still all kept in touch, albeit a bit less, and we knew that they were coming this weekend and were really excited.  So, the first night, when we were all together and having fun, everything felt back to normal.  But that Saturday when we were at the beach, I felt like she was being incredibly distant.  I just figured she was feeling a bit under the weather, and that night she'd be back to normal.

We knew they were having a late dinner, so C and I also did.  We still hadn't heard from them when our dinner ended, so we went to our neighborhood bar to keep ourselves occupied (after some sake at dinner, I knew I would fall asleep if we went home and waited).  At 11, we texted them trying to figure out what the deal was.  We only heard back at midnight (the restaurant only seated them at 10), and even though he wanted to go out,  she didn't - so we never saw them that night.  I couldn't help it, but I was annoyed.  We had gone out and stayed out late just so that we would see them, and it was all for nothing (not that C and I had a bad time - we actually had a lot of fun)!

The next morning, they called us and of course, invited us to go once again to the beach.  I had talked to my sister and had made plans to go to her house with C so we told them that maybe we would all meet up for dinner later.  Sure enough, later that day they called us, said they were going out with some friends where else? At the beach.  They invited us to join but that was already way too much driving for us and we were exhausted so we politely declined and told them we would see them on Monday night.

Yesterday, while I was working one of the craziest days at work, C biked ALL the way to the beach (17 miles! He officially is INSANE) to hang with them.  After work, I drove to the South Bay (45 minutes) to our friend's house where we were all having dinner.  The food was great, most of the company was great, but towards the end of the evening I realized that the wife and I had hardly uttered a word all night.  She was being completely anti-social, quiet, bitter, and wasn't making a bit of effort to talk to me.  At the end of the night, I told them that since I only had to be at work at noon today, why don't they drive into our area and meet C and I for breakfast since they're leaving on a redeye tonight.  The husband immediately was all over it, he was all "sure, yeah, that sounds great" and then he looked over at his wife - who was giving him such a look.  Immediately, he said "oh but we had made plans to go eat at ________ (whatever restaurant they mentioned that was oh, you guessed it, AT THE BEACH)".  And that was that.  I couldn't believe what I had just saw.  Five minutes later, we were saying a very awkward goodbye, because who knows when we'll see eachother again, and C and I drove home.

I was in shock.  They have been here for 5 days, three of the days C and I have gone well out of our way to see them, and they couldn't go out of their way for one hour to see us?  The crazy thing is that the husband would totally have joined us, but she very quickly ended that plan.  And the worst part?  She didn't even try to make an excuse - no "I'm sorry, but I hope you understand. __________ restaurant is my FAVE and I've been looking forward to it" or "don't be mad at me, k?  I still love you!".  NOTHING. 

The drive home was incredibly depressing for me.  C tried to make me feel better - he thinks that there must be something going on with her for her to act so cold and distant.  I don't know.  I do know that I haven't changed, nor have I done anything that would anger her.  But I can't help feel like this weekend was the beginning of the end of a friendship.  Thoughts?

Over-thinking... what's a girl to do?

So my weekend was great in theory.  C and I went out for a nice dinner on Friday night, followed by a couple of drinks at a bar.  On Saturday, we went to the gym and met up with some friends for the USC-UCLA game.  At night, we went out to dinner again and spent a few hours at one of his good friend's girlfriend's birthday party.  Yesterday, I went to the gym and then spent most of the day at my mom's with my sister just chatting, before going to the grocery store and coming home to make dinner with C.  Sounds perfect, right?

Well, you see, it kinda was.  We went to great restaurants, had fun, saw friends, smiled, but for the most part, in the back of my head I was not allowing myself to live in the moment and enjoy it.  I was just simply thinking, thinking, and even more thinking.

I tend to do that about most things in my life.  I'll be smack in the middle of having a nice time, where a thought just swipes past my mind and immediately takes me in.  I start to overanalyze and question and almost obsess about whatever it is, and before I know it, I'm not enjoying myself anymore.

On Friday night, before dinner, C and I stopped into our local pub for a glass of wine.  We happened to sit at the bar right next to a friend of mine's ex-boyfriend, who was sitting alone for a bite to eat and a drink.  We started chatting with him, more so because I felt bad that he was sitting there alone, and before we knew it, he was going into a long story of why he and my friend broke up - and according to him, they became more like friends or brother and sister when they moved in together and so they eventually started liking other people while they were still together, etc etc...

So I was having a great time, Friday night with my boyfriend who was looking so cute, drinking a yummy glass of wine, and while hearing this story, I immediately started to wonder about this "friends" thing.  Thinking things like "are C and I like "friends"?" or "are we not in love"? Crazy thoughts.  The annoying part is that I KNOW that is not true.  But I start to almost mentally obsess and then stress in my mind, meanwhile forgetting why I was enjoying myself at all.  Basically, I am a mental hypochondriac - you think that's a real diagnosis? 

I do it with other things too.  C and I will be sitting watching a movie and all of a sudden, I feel a strange  bump or have a weird pain.  Since I am a bit of a physical hypochondriac, all of my attention goes to the pain and OMG I think I have cancer, and then I start to withdraw, and get distracted, and the next thing you know I am having an anxiety attack about dying young.  (OK, I don't always go that extreme, but that's to give you guys an idea how loony I can be...)

It happened again on Saturday.  First at the bar watching the football game.  We finally got a chance to meet C's best friend's new girlfriend who, by the way, is only 21 and he's 30 - a little bit of an age gap in my opinion - but she was pretty sweet for what we were able to see.  Either way, I saw the way they were together: kissy this, huggy that, baby this, looking into eachother's eyes, etc.  Instead of just understanding that OF COURSE they will act that way towards eachother because HI they JUST STARTED DATING, I immediately started to think why don't C and I ALWAYS act that way with eachother?  And then, throughout the rest of the day I found myself picking on C, almost trying to justify my thoughts.  Like, we left the bar and we were walking around town and it was FREEZING, and we didn't know what we felt like doing, and C had had a couple of beers and was being super indecisive about what we should do, so finally after 10 minutes of that I was like "screw it - lets just go home" and the whole drive home I got myself so mentally worked up - thinking "are we right for eachother" kinds of thoughts. 

And then on top of all of it is while I'm having these thoughts?  I want nothing to do with them.  It's like I am trying to push them out of my head because I know that I love C and I know that I want to be with him and I know that every relationship is different and have their own positives and negatives.  So it's like I have an angel and a devil on each of my shoulders sometimes.

Yesterday afternoon I made a conscious choice that I had to stop with the thoughts.  I have a very good thing with C, I am extremely lucky and those questions and thoughts were unfounded and pointless.  It's like if my life is drama-free, I have to find a way to create some.  For the first time for the whole weekend, I was able to just have a nice time enjoying eachother's company, cooking dinner and cuddling on the couch watching some TV.  Sometimes, I wish I was able to put my thoughts on STOP. 

LOOOOOOONG Weekend

OK so I know I should like, never say something like this... but is it possible that this last weekend / Turkey day vacay was too long?  Like, if today was Sunday and still the weekend I just may go crazy???

I know, I know, it sounds weird.

But if I think all the way back to when the weekend started for us, it literally feels like weeks ago.

It started Tuesday afternoon.  C got off at 3 pm so we went to see Bee Movie - one of those movies where we didn't need to see it in the theatres but it was gloomy and why the hell not.  After the movie we came home, cooked dinner and watched TV. So nice.

Wednesday, we woke up, went to the gym, then ran some pre-Thanksgiving errands, made lunch at home, and then met up with a friend of mine in the early evening to see the cutest movie ever, Enchanted.  Afterwards we sat for a few drinks at this gorgeous bar, chatted, and then C and I came home to once again, cook dinner, play some more Monopoly, and fall asleep in front of the TV.

Thursday was of course Thanksgiving.  I left early to my mom's, where I had so much fun helping her cook, because for the first time in forever, she seemed to actually enjoy herself and have fun while doing it rather than stress and want to bite anyone's head off.  Although the one strange thing that she chose to do this year was eat at 2:30 pm.  I mean, really??  When did she get old?  We used to have that family that would eat T-giving at 7 and my sister and I would beg her to eat like the "other" families at 5-ish.  Either way, food was AMAZING, and then we sat around the firepit outside and watched some Curb Your Enthusiasm because for some reason my stepdad is ridiculously OBSESSED.  C and I got home that night exhausted and still full at 7 pm and literally sat on the couch, watched a couple of movies, and fell asleep.

Friday morning I woke up crabby.  Not sure why, but you know when that just happens?   Every little thing C did annoyed me.  ALL DAY.  And he wasn't acting any different than normal.  The worst part was that I recognized that  I was being that way all day and still had a hard time changing.   We went to the gym in the morning, and then literally sat at home taking turns reading, getting on the computer, watching TV, napping until about 4 when we both decided we needed to get OUT of the house, so we walked to Coffee Bean and down Melrose, and stopped in this great pub for a beer.  At night we met up with some old friends of mine and their girlfriends for Mexican and margies.  And I SO need to tell you more about this night... maybe tomorrow's post?

Saturday I shot out of bed at 9 am and immediately decided that we needed to do something.  Not just go to the gym, or walk around town.  We needed to get in the car and go on a mini-road trip and see something else.  So I woke C up at 9:30 (he was thrilled to say the least - he is SO not a morning person!) and told him that we were going to get in the car and drive north to Santa Barbara.  After a few minutes, when he finally was getting up, he started to get some energy, and we both got ready with the music playing, and we got in the car and I knew immediately that we needed it.  Just a change of pace.  Get out of town, you know?  We loved the drive, calling some old friends and listening to good music, and within a couple of hours, we were walking the pier of one of the MOST GORGEOUS cities in this world.  We had lunch, went shopping, and went to a wine store where we tasted some wines.  Then in the late afternoon, we drove home.  It was GREAT.

And then FINALLY yesterday, where C stayed home pretty much all day to watch football, and I met up with a girlfriend of mine to see August Rush, and then picked up my little sister to run errands, and FYI, something is so strange about a girl who I take to Toys R Us and offer to buy her something in the $30 range, and she decided instead that we should go to Staples and buy some sort of organizer for her locker.  No JOKE.  Type A on her way!  Either way it was a ton of fun to just hang out with her. 

And that's that.  There's a part of me that feels that I could keep going on forever in this "weekend" mode - but I kinda can, cause I'm not working!  But goddamnit, I need to get some laundry done!!!

Still sick.

I cannot believe that it's Monday morning and I am STILL feeling under the weather.  This cold, by far, is one of the strangest colds I have ever had...

Tuesday night I started to feel a bit of a lower throat/chest/cough thing.  That lasted through Friday morning, when I started to get worst in the chest region, and my head felt a little "floaty".  Saturday I hardly had a voice and my throat KILLED, and starting yesterday my nose was a runny faucet.  Well, either that or a stuffy mess. And this morning, I'm not that much better.  I cannot stop sneezing!!!

Last night, I sent a text to my partner telling her I may not show up to work today, depending on how I feel.  Of course, she was completely fine with that.  However, I woke up this morning feeling ill but still wanting to go to work!  It's an important day for us and I don't want to miss any of it.  Especially considering the fact that the writers are officially on strike and I may not have a job to go to before I know it. 

So I just took a couple of Dayquil and hopefully, within the next few minutes, I'll feel good as new.  It kinda reminds me of this time in college where my best friend and some guys that we were into were going to Vegas one weekend.  The day that we were supposed to leave, she and I both came down with bad colds with fevers.  Instead of canceling the trip, we loaded up on Dayquil for the WHOLE weekend and went about our business as usual.  We were in Vegas so of course that meant drinking A LOT.  How stupid were we???  You should see the pictures. 

That has been my life for the last few days.  I really hope that this cold goes away (the strike as well) and I start to feel back to normal.  Enough is enough!  And I hate to brag about C again but oh my god, if you guys could only see what a good caretaker he is of me - it's amazing.  Anything I want he gets for me, he cooks for me, always gets me kleenex, gives me massages, and gives me puppydog eyes because he really feels bad for me being sick.  Not once have I felt like I have imposed or have grossed him out because honestly?  The amount of used kleenex and the sounds that have come out of my nose and mouth?  NOT PRETTY.  Bless his heart :)

Wedding weekend woohoo!

OK, so even the title of this post seems like I am just BURSTING with energy, which in fact I am not. It's Monday morning and I am tiiiiiiiiiired.  Why, then, did I wake my ass up to go to the gym this morning when I felt like I was sleepdriving my way there?  GOOD QUESTION.  If only I had an answer.  No need to lose weight to look good at the wedding, cause it's over, and it's almost winter, so it should be getting cold anytime soon (minus the 95 degree weather yesterday - kill.me.now), and I can wear big sweaters and jackets to hide my flabbier areas.  I'll try to remind myself this tomorrow as I am STRUGGLING to get out of bed to make it to the hell we call a gym ;)

The weekend was FANTASTIC.  Friday night, the rehearsal dinner was fun, good people, great wine, just eh food.  I made a speech for the whole bridal party, letting the couple know how amazing they are and how perfect they are for each other.  It's amazing how easy it is to get me in front of people when I am drinking.  The nice part about the speech I made and everyone else's speech for that matter, is that they were ALL sincere - cause this really is that couple.

Since the venue was about an hour away, C and I had planned to stay in a hotel that the couple had picked for everyone since it was the right price.  Shoulda known better because holy shite, that hotel was the most DISGUSTING thing I had ever seen.  The room! OH GOD the room!  Blue carpet, stale cigarette smoke, apricot mesh curtains, cracks in the toilet seat, etc.  C and I took one look and realized there was a reason he didnt drink that much because we needed him to drive us home STAT. 

The next morning, he once again drove me to the hotel to meet up with everyone (my guess is everyone was WASTED and that's how they were able to sleep there), and we girls went up to the house where the wedding was to take place.  The house had the most amazing yard and view - PERFECT for a small (90 people) wedding.  All day was makeup, and hair, and dress, and pictures! And more pictures!!!  The bride (my best friend from college) couldn't have been more calm and happy, it was IDEAL.

By 4 all of the guests arrived, and guess what?  It started to drizzle.  The wedding was outside and there was no other alternative but to wait out the rain because the couple (on a budget) didn't realize that you have to have backups in case of rain at an OCTOBER wedding!!!

But within minutes, the rain stopped, and we walked down the aisle for a short and sweet ceremony (12 minutes!) and then more pictures!  And then cocktails, and yummy yummy Italian food and then speeches and then dancing.  And SO much dancing.  The bride didn't stop all night.  That was the kind of party it was.  One thing I know about my wedding (whenever it will be) is that there will be A LOT of dancing.

One last thing, C was AMAZING and always is at weddings and social functions.  Dancing with all of the single girls, getting the bridal party drinks, talking to the chatterbox grandparents, friendly with the boyfriend's and husbands.  When I see him in that element, I'm reminded why I love him so much and how lucky I am to have him.  It says something when everyone you know LOVES your boyfriend.

Too bad they didn't see him the morning after hunched over our toilet from too much champagne.  Only I get to see that side :)  And you know what?  I still love the guy.

Chatterboxes

The weekend was so great, once again.  It started off with a rainy Friday night, where C and I went to this new tapas restaurant just up the street.  He basically had to force me to leave the house though, as my body is still adjusting to the crazy schedule I'm now on, and I literally couldn't stop yawing at 7:30 pm on a Friday night.  And the people that know me know that's not me at all.

Anyway, the restaurant was just eh but what C and I had fun doing was observing the two tables we sat between.  On our left was a couple who were hardly talking, but were fairly young.  They also seemed really happy which was strange since they just sat there quietly.  On our right was a couple that were chatting away, like, NONSTOP.  And having so much fun.  So our immediate assumption was that the quiet couple have been together forever and the loud couple were on a first date.

Well, I am a private detective in my spare time (ha) so after some listening and searching for rings I found just the opposite.  Chatty couple was married and quiet couple were engaged!  Veeeeery interesting I thought.  It used to really bother me when C and I would go out to eat and lack in the conversation.  But it rarely happens anymore and if it does, it's usually over a Sunday breakfast when sometimes, it's nice to just enjoy your coffee and people watch.  What about you guys that are in relationships?  Chatty or not so chatty?

Our softball game got rained out so instead, we saw a movie and did laundry and then on Saturday night we went to get sushi and drank way too much sake, which happened to be so much fun.  C and I laughed and talked for hours.  Honestly, one of the best nights I've had in a while.

Yesterday, we watched the Bears (sad) and went to Target (fun) and completely cleaned out our closets (horrible to do but in hindsight, yay!).  Then I cooked a really yummy halibut dinner and we watched The Davinci Code and went to sleep.  Sometimes the mundane things are really the best.

And now, its Monday morning, the start of a LOOOOOOONG week.  Happy Monday?

end of the week!

I'm sitting at work right now, the longest day ahead of me.  We have some really important stuff that's gonna go down this afternoon, so my sleep (of course) was interrupted.

But it's Friday, and I'm happy that it's gloomy and looks like it's gonna rain outside, and tonight, C and I have a fun night of, you guessed it... laundry(!) planned.  OK maybe not so fun.  But also hopefully a sushi dinner and of course Friday Night Lights and you know THAT'S fun!

Tomorrow we're playing another softball game opposite a TV show that you all probably watch (it was on last night) and I HOPE i do well - I mean, with ALL of the pressure that has built since I was MVP last week.  And other than that, maybe a movie and just some relaxin and chillin :)

Have a great weekend everyone!!!

Food, glorious food!

I had a great, much needed, relaxing weekend as predicted on Friday.  And yes, before I get further into it, I was relieved of my problem early on.  Thank the heavens!

Friday night was EXACTLY as I had said it would be - wine, Indian food and Friday Night Lights.  Which was great, of course, although a bit different than season 1 but I really really really hope that more people watch it (I'm talking to YOU!) and it doesn't get cancelled.  Because in the example of Freaks and Geeks, Sports Night and Studio 60 (yes, I liked that show), most of the shows that are REALLY good get cancelled!  One day, when I have a say, I'll make sure I don't let that happen. K?

Saturday morning I played in C's softball game.  There is an entertainment league where different shows have teams and C's show was short a girl so I played.  Of course I was shakin in my boots before we started (I was never too much of an athlete), but I ended up playing really well as I hit the ball 4 out of 4 times, got 3 R.B.I.'s (that's runners batted in - I honestly JUST learned that on Saturday) and even scored myself.  And I got MVP! It actually was a blast and they are already counting on me to play next weekend which I happily will, except yesterday and today I have never been more sore.  It's funny - I go to the gym 4-5 times a week, take all kinds of cardio and weight training classes, and ab classes, yet I play 1.5 hours of softball and I feel like I have never worked any of my muscles before.  Seriously, I am sore in places I never knew existed!

Saturday night was a bit of a bummer as the Cubs are now OUT of the playoffs, but luckily for me, C got over it pretty quickly and we went to a nice French restaurant and drank wine and ate cheese and enjoyed the lovely October night.

And last night, C and I went to my sister's house and cooked my famous turkey chili (which if any of you want the recipe for, let me know - It's seriously THAT good) while watching the Chicago Bears win!!! I had never felt like more of a midwesterner than I did drinking a beer, eating chili, and watching football.  Now if only I could find a cheese hat.