Last night my good friend Beverly treated me to a night out on the town. I don't know the last time I went out with a girlfriend and had a good time. She had tickets to see John Pinette at Hamilton Place and her hubby couldn't go, so I graciously accepted her invitation. I'd never seen a stand-up comic before in a theatre venue. It was a night of firsts. I also had never been to Hamilton Place.
John Pinette was funny, but he joked a lot about being overweight and I didn't know how to take some of the jokes. I mean the former me would have found them quite funny...but now I don't think being overweight and unhealthy is so funny. It's actually not funny at all, and all I kept thinking was "dude, you need to lose weight"! That's the judgemental me talking and I need to work on that. He's made a living off of his size and weight issue because it's the basis of his act. It wouldn't be worth it to me to stay unhealthy for a buck. But perhaps it is to him.
|Beverly and I waiting for the show to begin!|
Afterwards we went to Slainte Irish Pub. I had never been there before and it was another first for me. It was a mix of younger and older, but we were there quite early, so the action didn't start until we were leaving. We ordered a glass of red wine each and a steak salad. It was yummy, and I was just glad to be out for the night. About an hour into our visit three young men came and sat beside us. The one next to me started making small talk with me. As Beverly said, it was totally random. I mean we weren't inviting the attention or anything. We were some of the oldest females in the joint. He started getting real familiar like and just before we were getting ready to leave, he puts his hand on my leg. Talk about a shocker! It was dark in there, so I'll give him that, but jeez Louise, I was old enough to be his mother! Bless the hearts of the young and clueless. Made me chuckle. I even wished him and his friends a good night as I got up to leave and get home so I could get to bed and up early with my son the next day:)
This morning I ran my first 11k. I felt a little under the weather when I got up. Jules had been sick, so I think I'm starting to get what he had. It's mostly in my throat, and not in my chest, so I was good to go for my run. I ran my first 3k with my former LTR (learn to run) student, Sher. It was nice to converse with someone for a bit. The sun was out and, even though it was almost freezing (1 celsius, 33.8 fahrenheit), it was a beautiful morning to run. I was pumped because I was running like the wind on a beautiful fall day. I love the fall!
Lots to do today. Gotta make chocolate chip cookies for Julien's party tomorrow, assemble loot bags, do laundry, make dinner, go grocery shopping...all before bed. And bedtime is sacred right now. It's when I get to read this new series I've become addicted to. Don't ask why. I'm just into reading filth. My co-worker got me into the J.R Ward Black Dagger Brotherhood series. It's complete trash, but quite enjoyable. But hey, I got my most important task out of the way first thing...my run! I'm a happy camper:)
|Yay! My first 11k!|
|Sweaty, but happy. I LOVE running!|