Okay, time to post again. Apologies to my many fans.
Though it was a weekend jam-packed with fun, the weather was so gray and overcast that I just can’t look back on it with excessive fondness. Yes, this coming from a woman who wants to live in London. I’d deal with it better there. Yeah.
Anyway, on Friday evening I drove up to Baton Rouge, after catching a show at a local bar by our friend Bill. Everyone in the neighborhood was there, and George’s parents even came. I wish I could’ve stayed longer.
But I had to get to Baton Rouge because on Saturday morning my mom and I did the Race for the Cure there. I was planning on running, but then I decided that I’d rather stick with my mom and walk. It was a nice time to chat with her and catch up on things. And we actually did run a little. I think it was the first time in my whole life that I’ve seen my mom run. Next up – our mother-daughter marathon debut.
Then we went to lunch and shopped and looked at hideous mother-of-the-bride outfits. Always fun. I got two pairs of shoes, some eyeshadow and the free gift from Estee Lauder. Fun.
Back to New Orleans and to the pub to celebrate Lindsay’s 23rd birthday. Only, she never made it. So instead we hung out at the pub, drank far too many martinis and relaxed. A guy my sister used to date was there. Odd.
Sunday was the biweekly (or is it semi-weekly?) trip to Whole Foods. Oh yeah, before that, breakfast at the new cafe in the neighborhood. A new tradition we’re going to start – breakfast with friends on Sundays. Only problem is I can’t not order the cinnamon roll, which is probably a bad idea. But it’s so good.
On Sunday afternoon we went to a farewell party for a friend who is moving to DC (what is with people moving to DC???) where I ate far too much. Again. And then last night I watched the Oscars. Teresa beat the pants off Chris and I in the pool. (Ha ha, take that sentence out of context and it takes on a whole different meaning!)