Good morning – I hope you had a wonderful weekend, however you decided to spend it. 🙂 I was in Michigan for a family friend’s college graduation and my dad’s birthday. Follow the jump for a quick recap…
I finished Curtis Sittenfeld’s new book Eligible, a retelling of Pride and Prejudice that follows the love lives of five sisters through some interesting ups and downs. I didn’t love it as much as Sittenfeld’s other books (American Wife and Sisterland are great summer reads if you’re looking for one – you’ll enjoy whether skimming at the beach or devoting your full attention to them on a rainy day) but still read the whole thing in a few days.
I ate smoked meats and drank beer in Ann Arbor for my “cousin” Holly’s graduation from Michigan. Our families and two others have been friends since our dads met there while driving the campus buses part-time. We think of each other as family, always have the best time together, occasionally almost kill people trying to fire up electrical devices with lighter fluid, etc, etc.
Back at my parents’ house, I gave my dad a foam roller for his birthday. I started using one a couple months ago to heal a calf muscle I strained last summer and kept tweaking, and it’s helped a lot. I read an article that explained the way they work like this: simply stretching an injured muscle over and over will just pull a knot tighter, but using a foam roller to massage it will work the knot out.
I went to a yoga class at Lifetime in the morning – I’ve had more trouble focusing my squirrel brain over the past couple weeks than usual, and forcing myself to slow down and not pay attention to the time for an hour always helps me reset.
The post-class smoothie bribe I’d offered myself didn’t end well because I tried a flavor that incorporated beets. Don’t let the strawberry hue fool you.
In the afternoon I met my friend Sara for a drink at Detroit City Distillery. They’d brought in a couple guys from a new “micro-creamery” for the day and were running some boozy ice cream drink specials.
Sara and I forged a bond during the Arabic classes we took for our college language requirement, where we consistently disappointed our professors by looking Lebanese but inevitably revealing that unlike most of our peers, we weren’t already fluent. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple years (!) and I’m so glad we got to catch up.
Before driving back to Columbus, my parents, brother, and I had dinner at La Pita with my grandma, aunt Peggy, and uncle Harold.
Despite eating five pieces of bread before our appetizers arrived, I managed a ‘Sharing Size’ bag of M&M’s for dessert on my drive. Can we all agree those are the perfect size for one person, not two? Okay.