So I’ve made it halfway through my final Funemployed week. And I have to say, I’ve at least a little bit made up for spending all day on the couch Monday. (Although to many reading this in their cubes, that probably sounds perfect and lovely. And it was).
Tuesday morning I got up and went to get a massage. My gym’s spa (yes, it’s a fancy place) has 15% off on Tuesdays. And because I could go, like, whenever, I was able to make an appointment with the guy everyone raves about on Yelp: Jean. He really is the best. I felt so relaxed after my time on his bed that I immediately went to Starbucks for a little pick-me-up to get on with the rest of my day. I ended up running into an old friend, and got to catch up with her for a while, before heading to grab lunch and get some work done.
But speaking of my gym… If anyone asked me what the first thing I wanted to purchase when I was with-income again, my answer was always the same: I WANT MY TRAINER BACK. WELL, guys, next Tuesday Nancy and I will be reunited once again. And i’m SO excited. I have been doing a little bit of stress eating this past month and making myself busy with anything but activities that involve a whole lot of physical exertion. This is going to be great. (Remind me I said that next week.)
Speaking of overeating… H and I had a lady date with R (one of my besties from college) and R’s roommate… other R. The R’s live up in Chevy Chase, so I got to cross off another DC bucket list restaurant: Comet Ping Pong. A hipster-quirky pizza place on Connecticut Avenue, the menu is diverse and delicious. I got the Rodrigo — lime salsa, beef, onions, some other stuff I can’t remember. And they have gluten-free crust for all yous gluten-free people out there.
Today I spent my morning setting up some appointments (or trying to), getting my ‘brows done, and heading to a coffee shop for lunch and a little bit o’ work. Then I continued my dedication to Overeaters Not-So-Anonymous by grabbing a ton of food from my future place of work for a little menu testing. It was delightful.
But also made me so full I barely had the energy to go see Ben Rector’s show at the 9:30 Club. Who, you ask? Well H and I were asking the same question when 9:30 sent out their Upcoming Shows email last week and described him not only as a man who could play some instruments, but who could keep a gal laughing in between songs. We were sold on description alone, then Spotify’d some of his tunes — just some light, poppy, guy-with-a-guitar-sometimes-keyboard jams. And it’s rare to get some breathing room at a non-sold out 9:30 club show. The couple mauling each other and the other maybe-not-a-couple-that-included-a-guy-who-SRSLY-cant-dance enjoyed this as well. Check him out; the show was as promised — entertaining through and through — and even included an improvised song about bacon.
Also, I’m now finally halfway through Season 2 of Homeland. SERIOUSLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING THIS AND NOT WATCHING ALREADY???