Deborah's Quote of the Day

"The thing that sucks about losing weight in my stomach is that when I'm sitting and look down, I can actually see how fat my legs are."

Mid-week Weekend

Since Tuesday was like a Saturday night with the mid-week break, I enjoyed a night of fun with friends and booze. GC and I decided to take advantage of the Tuesday night specials downtown.

$4 martinis at The Loop = loopy. I had two cosmos plus three mixed drinks. But I felt like I had 12 drinks in all. It'd been a long time since I was that intoxicated. I got to meet GC's roommate and guy friend who were both really cool.

After appetizers and strong cocktails, a small group of us went to the club NV. It was interesting to say the least. Soon after we walked in, my guy friend turned to me and said, "Is it Indian night?" I told him to ask GC, but I failed to hear her response over the reverberating bass. The majority of the crowd was, in fact, Indian. Music selection was unusual -- I hadn't heard any of it before, but the Indians seemed to be down with it. In fact, one guy was so into it, he even broke it all the way down to the floor. Very entertaining!

If I were subject to hangovers, I'd put more thought into the consequences of my drinking, but somehow or another, I bounce back without so much as a headache. Of course, there have been times that proved otherwise, but it's fairly rare. I got up yesterday at 7:30 am and walked to my car. I felt much better knowing my car was where I left it, still parked at the meter outside the bar. It took me a while to get going, but after changing into my workout clothes and procrastinating by playing with Marley for thirty minutes, I ran six miles. I've been slacking lately so it felt good to have a decent run. I would've gone further if I hadn't been so dehydrated. Hmm...I wonder why.

The afternoon could've been a productive one, but instead I watched my soap opera, Young and the Restless, took a nap, and watched The Devil Wears Prada. I can't stand Anne Hathaway, but I couldn't help but be curious about the movie so I bought it when it was on sale at Target last week. It fell flat, just like I thought it would. It had the potential to be better, but it was pretty blah. I'm sure the book is much, much better. Maybe I'll check it out if I ever decide to pick up a book and read again.

My friend and I went to dinner and then we watched the fireworks outside my apartment. Last year, we watched them from the Stone Arch Bridge, but we were packed in like sardines so it wasn't the most enjoyable experience. This year, we took a chance and camped out on a blanket on a small incline that turned out to be the perfect view!

Oh, yesterday also marked Deborah's birthday. On Tuesday, I brought in a Bakers Square cherry pie (her favorite) and vanilla ice cream -- you'd have thought she won 50 grand playing the lottery. She made sure to keep it hidden so she wouldn't have to share.

My friend captured this pic on her camera.

Deborah's Diet

8:05 am: Bag of Cheeto's
10:20 am: Bag of Grandma's mini vanilla cookies
11:05 am: Slice of pizza and Lay's potato chips
2:32 pm: Bag of Grandma's mini vanilla cookies

So Deborah and her sister started a deal where they must give $1 for every pound they gain at the time of their weigh-in every month. Should we place bets on how much she'll be forking over in total?

When the Shirt Doesn't Fit...

Earlier this week, Deborah said she tried on a cute, pink button-down top at Wal-mart, but the largest size they carried (18-22) didn't fit. Her solution: buy candy! Depressed and discouraged, she made a beeline for the candy aisle, purchasing several bags of assorted chocolates and the new dark chocolate Snickers bar she'd been searching for the past few weeks.

Deborah Does Grammar

"Why doesn't nobody feel sorry for me?"

"Ouch! That hurted!"

"Nothin's not going over."

"I tripped and almost felled."

"That's mine's."

"He balded his head." (balded = shaved)

Quizno's Secret Recipe

You're gonna hate me for sharing this story, but I can't NOT tell it.

Last week on Quizno's Day, after Deborah devoured a regular size tuna sub, we were in her car on the way back to work when she said, "Hmmm...I have a bone in my mouth."

"Where did a bone come from?" I asked.

She removed the foreign object from her mouth and placed it in the cup holder.

"From the tuna, I guess," she said.

"Why would there be a bone in tuna?"

Upon closer inspection, Deborah realized the hard, white object was none other than...the sliver of a finger nail! There was no mistaking it. That is, until the story was relayed to one of the IT dorks who sits nearby; he tried persuading her it was a toe nail.