Walking with Nora

(cliche title, but I like it, especially after having an “Old Nora-like,” weekend.)

• Friday night, following a stellar workout:  Mexican and Margaritas with a new friend from school. Three hours of conversation over the margaritas (super strong ones!) before venturing out to the bars until 4 am. Add some fun men to the mix, the worst pick-up lines ever (“Can I smell your breath?”) and a DJ who takes request = partying like Vegas in StL.
• Sleeping until 1 pm on Saturday, guilt free, minus a few dog walks and loving it
• Cleaning the apartment from head to toe, making a kick ass Chicken Caeser salad, and doing laundry… some times at my happiest when I’m domestic
• Another kick-butt workout at the gym
• Not giving a darn what my friends think when I tell them I’m skipping their party and instead curling up in my sweats with Jack, next to a stack of movies. I highly recommend “Love in the time of Cholera.”
• Waking up on Sunday to a phone call from and out of town friend who has an extra ticket to the Cardinals game (Go Cards! We won 5 to 1.)
• Going through her facebook and myspace friends and deleting the unnecessary ones
• I have decided to chop the hair after the next pay day. And dye it!
• Consult my brother re: tattoo situation