Penalties to Patrick Roy, That Ain’t Boring!*

My last substantial post freaked IP out. Behold:

“I’m never letting you borrow my Observation Deck again! Give it back!”

“I left it at work—I might need it again.”

“No! You don’t need it again, ever. Bring it back!”

And so forth.

I will abstain from writing about things that freak out IP for the time being. He was sort of adorable, having mild heart palpitations at the Gallery Place Metro, his shaking hands needing to clutch a beer, post haste! Myself, I could’ve gone for the brew at Cap City, but it wasn’t in the cards on Friday night. Soon, though, my precious light brew. Capital Kolsch, maybe? I’m not sure, but my lips must meet your deliciousness sometime pronto.

However, because I have not blogged this weekend, a quick overview of the things I am currently enjoying:

TV: How does a woman without a television enjoy it, you might ask? Thanks to ABC.com, which hosts episodes of their shows online, I have viewed the entire season of Ugly Betty to date. Based on a Colombian telenovela of a similar name, I have enjoyed the soapy shenanigans and positively cruel wit of the crew at Mode magazine. The dad in the show also reminds me of my dad—sweet, a bit protective, but with a good sense of humor.

Music: Alanis Morissette continues to dominate my iTunes playlists, even as IP imitates her and calls her a psychotic bitch. I’m sorry, but “Simple Together” from The Collection is not bitchy or psychotic—it’s just sad and an especially good song considering it’s a discard from the So-Called Chaos album.

Food: I made, for the first time since I moved here, tostadas tonight. Oh my God, I nearly died, they were so damn good. Pretty healthy, too—if I ate nothing but tostadas, I’d lose a ton of weight. I could’ve had three tostadas, and the corn part themselves would’ve only equaled 90 calories—a definite improvement over Ortega’s two-tostadas serving at 150 calories. However, I only had two as that’s all I wanted. With some pureed frijoles, chicken breast, lettuce, avocado, a sprinkle of cheese and Valentina sauce, they’re delightful. And even though my boyfriend freaks out at my writing exercises, I still gave him some of the pinto beans I boiled last night so he can make his own tostadas.

Activity: My running is back on track, though I must admit to pangs of guilt at the idea of not going to the roommate wedding with IP only because of a race. I’m also enjoying a steady weight workout routine, put together for me by IP, which is leaving me sore but not bored or feeling deprived of cardio. The only thing I’m not enjoying gym-wise are my tight hamstrings.

Place: My apartment is coming along splendidly thanks to my boyfriend-cum-handyman. A few more touches here and there, and it’ll be the most comfortable place in the world. It’s close to being that already. I love my clean and vivid apartment!

Work: I love my job, but all hail government holidays. Those days I used to be so jealous of I can now enjoy in a leisurely fashion. Except for that period between February’s President’s Day and May’s Memorial Day. That’s a rough one, but I shall survive.

Off to wash the dishes, then bed.  Back to the grind tomorrow, after all.

*Title stems from Dorkus Malorkus’s version of “My Favorite Things” as sung by Chris Osgood.