Howdy! Here we are, on the evening of Staycation Day 4 – I just got home from the Drafthouse where I saw “Tag”. But, more on that in a minute.
Since I last wrote about Staycation, I’ve been a busy bee. I had an informal jazz rehearsal Tuesday night (our video shoot is Saturday morning, and I’m feeling “meh” about it), I went to one of the restaurants on my list – Veracruz All Natural (it was delicious) – and I even made the other recipe on my list: Vegan Garlic Buffalo Brussels Sprouts! You can get the recipe from Rabbit and Wolves.
I also started on a necklace for my Etsy shop, worked on freelance, and did some work around the apartment. It’s really easy to see how days fill up when you’re not at work.
Yesterday, I didn’t think I was going to get to go to the ONE activity I actually had planned this week: the July 4th paddle boarding on Lady Bird Lake under the fireworks! It was raining and storming all day… until it was time to hit the water!
I know in the last post, I mentioned my mental health, and you’re probably going to hear more and more about it because I’ll be starting my treatment plan ASAP (I found a place to complete an assessment today).
I’m not entirely sure what my diagnosis will be, but in general, I have severe anxiety. It’s so severe at times, that it makes normal, every day tasks difficult for me. Let’s take the paddle board thing for example.
I almost didn’t even buy a ticket because I knew driving there and parking would stress me out. And I was right, it did, I even had a stomach ache over it, and had to do some deep breathing… but hey, I did it, I got there, and it was worth it.
I got on the water around 7:30 and was out there until about 10:30 – I am so sore today! I paddled as far down as we were allowed, getting as close to the fireworks as possible (obviously), and it was really nice to just sit on the board with my feet in the cool water, watching a pretty big fireworks show. I have always enjoyed July 4th!
When the show was over, everyone was racing to paddle back by the curfew – and I will say that paddling in the dark is much, much different than it is during the day. It’s a little creepy, and it’s difficult to see juuuuust how far you are away from the right dock. It seemed like it was taking forever to get back; I was really happy to see the dock, and to relax on my couch once I got home.
Today, I worked some more on my Etsy jewelry, soaked in the tub, and went to the movies! Let’s talk about “Tag” – let me know if you’ve seen it! Here’s the description from Google:
One month every year, five highly competitive friends hit the ground running for a no-holds-barred game of tag — risking their necks, their jobs and their relationships to take one another down. This time, the game coincides with the wedding of the only undefeated player. What should be an easy target soon becomes an all-out war as he knows they’re coming to get him.
The movie was really, really funny – I felt like I was laughing the entire time, honestly. There was a part in the end that was a little sad, and it’s impossible to forget that this movie is based on a true story, because they show footage from the real story (which is equally as funny)!
In the movie (this isn’t a spoiler), a reporter for the Wall Street Journal is along for this epic game of tag because she’s writing a story on it – and in real life, that story was published in 2013 (I wanted to read it but you have to subscribe). Surprisingly, the movie wasn’t that much different than the real story – these guys really did play tag for almost 30 years, complete with formal rules, and hiding out in odd places to tag the next person.
It makes the movie that much more funny! You’ve got to see it if you haven’t yet.
Tomorrow is my last official day of Staycation! Ugh! I am going to sleep in, but I’ve also got to be productive. I’ve got laundry to do and I need to go to the grocery, all before a jazz dress rehearsal. What a difference a day makes…
Ah Monday, we meet again.
This weekend was a decent one, although too short, per usual. But I feel like a lot of things “finally” happened this weekend. Simple things, but they finally occurred.
I kicked off my weekend by finally using a coupon for a free meal at Chipotle. I didn’t really celebrate Cinco de Mayo, although I did have breakfast burritos from Taco Deli. So, I figured I’d treat myself to some sloppy carnitas at Chipotle – a sad excuse for Mexican food, but it was free, and I took it to go so I could make a proper margarita at home.
Once I got home, the first thing I noticed was that my magnolia had FINALLY bloomed! I know this sounds really kind of silly, but you don’t understand. Plants were some of the first things I bought for my apartment when I moved to Austin, in hopes of sprucing up my patio that overlooks a Taco Bell drive-thru and an Auto Zone.
So, I bought a glittery fir tree and a magnolia shrub in an effort to cover up the weird view. I bought these plants in mid-November, and somehow, they’ve survived the chill, and a few really bad storms, and I’ve even repotted the magnolia twice… I was so excited when I saw new growth on it after it was brown all winter, and I’ve been checking the damn thing nearly every day to see when the buds would spring open.
And finally, one has! And it’s so pretty, and it smells wonderful. So, I sat on my patio Friday night, eating my free carnitas and chips and sipping my grapefruit margarita, and stared at the pretty flower.
But upon staring at it, I realized it may have a fungus or some type of mold. There are little black dots on most of the leaves. Great. I Googled and read message boards for a solid hour, and just like the WebMD effect, I still have no idea what’s up with the plant, aside from the fact that it likely has cancer, and will die a slow, tragic death.
So, if you’re a plant person who knows anything about magnolias, hit me up. I don’t want it to die.
Later in the weekend, a few other things finally happened – like I finally cleaned my car, which still had one FINAL box from when I moved… 8 months ago. Whoops!
I’m not sure why I waited so long; probably because the box had nothing of real relevance in it, despite it being super heavy, and when the move was over, the last thing I wanted to deal with was hauling one more stinking box up the stairs. But I did it, and now my trunk is clean.
I also finally found a supply of Arctic Zero ice cream at the grocery near my apartment. Have you heard of this stuff? I’ve been keeping my eye out for it for years, after hearing a nutritionist say it was perfect for staying fit with a sweet tooth, given its low calories.
Well, I bought a pint of the stuff, in peanut butter chocolate flavor, and it said on the package that even eating the whole pint was only 150 calories, had very low sugar, and even a few grams of protein. SOLD.
So, Saturday late night, after guzzling a beer, I decided to crack open the pint of this miracle dessert. About two bites in, I’m thinking a few things, one of them being, “This tastes less like chocolate and more like snow.”
I quickly checked the ingredients… and the first on the list? Purified water. So, I was eating ice. Basically, it tasted like if you made a chocolate protein shake with water. The first three ingredients were water, whey protein, and cane sugar. So, yeah.
It was dairy-free, so it wasn’t thick or creamy. And it barely tasted like chocolate. It really started to piss me off. So, I offered it to Blanche; my bitchy cat. Even she refused.
And you know what? I decided right then and there that it’s just unnecessary torture. I don’t care about looking good in my swimsuit enough to sit here and eat frozen chocolate water. If I want ice cream, I’m just going to eat it.
So, on Sunday, I finally did something else I’ve been dreaming of: I walked across the street and went to a frozen yogurt shop and got some yogurt with sprinkles. Because why not? And in reality, is it really that bad? Everything in moderation, right?
And then, I ate my fro-yo while finally watching “Ghosts of Girlfriends Past” with Matthew McConaughey. It’s been on my DVR forever, as one of those movies I hadn’t seen but feel like I should have. Meh, it wasn’t that great. It was kind of like a Christmas Carol, only for dating purposes.
Basically, it’s what we all wish would happen to our douchey ex-boyfriends who treated us like shit; we wish they’d travel back in time and see how lame they were and get a reality check. It had some funny parts, but I think I’ll be okay if I don’t see it again.
Anyway, I’ve got a pretty packed week ahead, so I’m already looking forward to Friday (per usual), but I’d love to hear how your weekend was. Did you do anything that’s been on your to-do list for awhile?