My super exciting Friday night was filled with convincing myself I was going to run 15 miles in the morning before Ziggy's vet appointment, eating dark chocolate and reading all of these fabulous dating disaster linked up posts. Some of you guys have had some real doozies.. I must say they make me want to never date again. Like, ever. But in the best way possible.
Saturday morning started with the vet appointment (didn't see that one coming) where I was told my poor sausage dog needs to go on doggie weight-watchers. Then after running four miles (oh, ya know only 11 less than planned) I decided that I wasn't going to not enjoy my weekend (read: drink) just because I a) don't have friends and b) am training for some marathon I haven't even signed up for yet. So I cracked open a bottle of moscato and started blogging Hemingway-style. Pretty soon Sarah convinced me to YOLO it up and hit the bars solo style. Then my cousin met me out and I was no longer that girl at the bar. And of course I have 587 selfies from my wine-party-of-one and failed to snap a single pic of me interacting with humans. The night ended with me binge eating bananas and burritos while chugging my Brita filter water bottle (that I at one point considered pouring alcohol into it to see if it would filter out impurities..) in an attempt to avoid the hangover.
I was hung over anyway. I slept most of the day, ate chicken nugs, fries and sweet tea and then made the car wash my bitch. It was actually pretty magical.
Linking up with Sami.