Watson the Cat is lounging on both my arms, so typing this post is a little awkward. And I would never forgive myself if I didn’t share the awkward.
I am writing this blog post instead of going to the gym. I mean, I guess I’m waiting for the allergy meds to kick in. Basically, I have a lot of excuses.
Following is my usual path of gym membership, guess which step I’m on now:
1) sign up
2) omg the gym is awesome I must go ALL. THE. TIME.
3) ehhhh maybe I’d rather sleep that extra hour in the morning or paint my nails or whatever
4) ~2 months of “no it’s totally worth it to keep the membership b/c I’m totally going to go next week”
5) accept my own failure, cancel membership
I’m bad at gyms. It seems strangely like a waste of time; I always feel like I’m not doing anything riding the elliptical or lifting weights. I realize I am, and it’s good for me, it just feels like empty time. It’s one of the reasons I like running so much. When I run I’m going places, yo.
At this point in my physical therapy, I am allowed to run ten minutes at a time. Best ten minutes of my day; I forgot how much I love running and even that ten minutes makes me feel great. I should be on track to start my half-marathon training next month. Of course, it would help if I got out from under this cat and went to the gym.
And that is how, instead of going to the gym, I wrote a blog post about not going to the gym.
And then Grace didn’t blog for almost a month.
I’ve been doing a bunch of things that aren’t particularly interesting, including: work, not writing, physical therapy, and learning to make enchilada sauce.
The most interesting happening of the last month is that new cat Watson had to have minor surgery this morning. He is now wearing the Cone of Shame and is not one tiny bit pleased.
I am also not pleased, since my attempts to medicate him have left me and my lovely assistant/boyfriend looking like victims of a Wolverine attack. Really, not a pleasant day for anyone involved.
Every few years I gather up some friends and we eat things and drink things and watch the three original Star Wars movies back-to-back-to-back and there is great merriment. This not-really-annual event is called StarWarsFest, and the 2012 edition occurred last Saturday.
Each party I try to level up slightly over the previous one. Last time, the second StarWarsFest, my friends and I came up with an amazing themed drink list. (Note: that list is slightly inaccurate due to typos; see below for accurate, updated version!) This time we one-upped with better decorations and, most importantly, an R2D2 cake:
The other star of Saturday’s party was the new boy Watson, who was pretty much going insane at the multitude of lap options available to him. Representative image of Watson:
Because I’ll take any excuse to post a cat picture.
Anyway! Without further ado…
The Official StarWarsFest 2012 Drink List
(some of these are from the internet, but
my friends and I created most of them)
THE STAR WARS
equal parts: Amaretto, Southern Comfort, Sprite, sweet-and-sour mix
THE BOBA FETT
one shot each: vodka, Midori, Southern Comfort
fill with: Sprite
drizzle of: grenadine
THE ADMIRAL ACKBAR (it’s a trap!)
half shot each: Southern Comfort, Amaretto, Triple Sec, vodka,
gold tequila, sloe gin
fill with: orange juice
THE FUZZY EWOK
one shot each: Peach Schnapps, Captain Morgan
+ orange juice to taste
equal parts: Blue Caracao, Amaretto, Malibu coconut liqueur
double part: milk
shots to be taken at particular points in the films (spoilers!):
1 shot: half Midori, half vodka
(Episode IV: when Han shoots first)
THE DEATH STAR
1 shot: half Blue Caracao, 1/4 Jagermeister, 1/4 Southern Comfort
(Episode IV: when the Death Star explodes)
THE DARTH VADER
1 shot: half Jagermeister, half black rum
(Episode V: I am your Father)
THE YODA (new this year!)
1 shot: 1/8 crème de menthe, 1/4 Blue Caracao, 1/3 light rum,
splash of lime juice, top off with club soda
(Episode VI: when Yoda dies)
And I’m already thinking up some fun ideas for next time… can’t wait for round four in 2014!