There are only twelve days left until we head down to Sydney and I couldn’t be more anxious. 12 more days!!!
I had a great weekend. Saturday afternoon, I went to Laura’s baby shower. I hadn’t been around that many women in a long time. It was a nice party and Laura made out like a bandit.
So on and so forth… Sunday morning rolled around, as did my 4am internal alarm. (Gross.) I celebrated with my go-to chocolate smoothie.
Notice the Greek yogurt that I purchased on manager’s special. The Smith’s by my house has a great organic grocery section. It seems that they haven’t gotten their ordering right though because as long as you time it correctly, a lot of the perishable organic items go on manager’s special. So thanks, southwest-side of Las Vegas, for continuing to not buy Fage 2% greek yogurt so that way it will continue to be marked down to nearly nothing!
I went and did my workout at Snap Fitness yesterday morning. It’s a small gym in Mountain’s Edge and I like it because it’s stays pretty empty during the early morning hours. Yesterday, I had the gym to myself for about 30 minutes until someone else came in. I was going to take stupid pictures of myself and post them here but I forgot my camera and phone. Next time, I’ll be more prepared.
I was really looking forward to Sunday breakfast because on Saturday, I sent a text message to the boyfriend that read “I want pancakes.” I received no response, but at least he knew what direction my mind was headed for. We decided that a date to the Original Pancake House was appropriate.
Now on the drive there, I made a pretty terrible attempt to talk Travis into eating at Bouchon for brunch instead. Had I planted the seed earlier, I might have had a chance. That didn’t stop me from devouring my double-plated day starter.
Travis opted for the French toast with a side of potatoes and sausage.
After breakfast, we ran a few errands and eventually made it to Buffalo Wild Wings to grab a few drinks. I appreciate BWWs for the smoke-free environment and friendly staff, but I still continue to be disappointed in the lack of wine to choose from and more so, the stupid glasses they use for wine.
Look how disappointed I look drinking wine out of a glass that’s pretty much a hybrid mini goblet, mini wine glass. Eh, small price to pay to leave a bar and not smell like smoke!
… and even before you say it, I know what you’re really thinking is, “What idiot goes to Buffalo Wild Wings for wine?”