Boston and pedal parties

I like to keep things light-hearted, and I don’t often comment publicly on the tragic circumstances our world faces regularly. Mostly because I’m not the president and no one is knocking on my door or leaving a message on my machine asking for a comment. Also, I spent three years covering news and writing about horrible things, and I no longer do that ¬†because, frankly, writing about all the bad stuff makes me lose sight of all the good stuff. Some people have a talent for separating writing news during the day and thinking happy thoughts when they go home at night. I’m not one of those people. BUT I do know what it’s like to cross the finish line after running 26.2 miles, and when I did, I cried some really happy and relieved tears despite telling my running partner at Mile 1 that it would be ridiculous to cry after running a marathon, because how does one cry when they are really, really tired from running 26.2 miles? Turns out being really, really tired is actually a catalyst for dramatic emotion. So, I can’t imagine crossing the finish line and being blown away by an explosion or learning that others had been blown away. I can’t imagine how terrified all the survivors are. And I can’t imagine what the purpose of these things that keep happening is. But I’m probably not supposed to know the reason.

All I know is I have a lot to be thankful for. Including a fabulous weekends spent laughing and enjoying a couple really delicious breaks from the Paleo challenge.

It started with a visit to see my nieces and nephews.

Then I had the pleasure of trying Uchi for the first time. I wish I could tell you what we had, but Mark just told the waiter to bring us whatever the chef had planned for the night. Let me just tell you that I hated none of it, and I loved all of it. They did describe everything, but I was drinking sake … and they kept bringing out different sake with each course … so after they explained to me what the food was, the only thing I could remember was that it was delicious.

I do know that that is raw steak and a scallop being cooked on a hot rock. But I could have figured that out by simply viewing this dark, grainy picture and not actually experience the exquisiteness myself. Which I did … on Friday … with the sake.

The bottom left is something called “fried milk,” which is not Paleo or dairy-free. But it is … delicious.

Saturday, I spent the day with my family, mostly shopping. That’s one of our favorite things to do together. It’s mutually beneficial. I get some cute clothes, and my mom and stepdad get some free jokes and lots of hugs and gratitude. My mom also gets really cute shoes, and then I pray that she loses her taste for them and gives them to me. It all works out.

Saturday night was the 9th edition of my in-laws’ wedding gift. They have given us a date night every month we’ve been married. Saturday’s date was a trip to the Miller Outdoor Theater complete with a delicious picnic that included red cloth napkins (for a romantical vibe), fresh fruit, wine, cookies, and “big sammich” — one of my favorite things my mother-in-law makes. We saw Thoroughly Modern Millie. It was thoroughly entertaining and performed by kids, all under the age of 18. Those were some impressive kids.¬†I once played a police man in a play. I had to knock on a door and say “POLICE! Open up!” Or something like that. These kids were singing and dancing and saying all sorts of really hilarious lines. Obviously much more theatrically talented.

Afterward, we came home and I fell asleep with my cats. Casey documented the experience.

Sunday, we celebrated Erin’s birthday by pedaling a large machine. It was called a pedal party. It was a great decision. Probably one of the best ways I’ve spent a block of three hours.

That’s Devin. He is a fabulous dancer. Our friend Courtney made cupcakes, but they were quickly destroyed when we took a bumpy sharp turn. Note to anyone ever participating in a pedal party, hold on to your cupcakes.

 

 

Comments

  1. jake took me to Uchi on our first date! its soooooo good!

  2. The photo of your sleeping with the cats = pure gold

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