Down boys, down boys. With the comments from my last posting, I feel compelled to respond. Who am I to judge someone who is pursuing their dream? Let me tell you. I aspire to be a writer. That’s right. But…
Archives for 2005
New Orleans, Louisiana
I Can’t Date a Waiter!
I’m dating a guy I met at a bar. I was clearly incoherent at the time because the only thing I remember was him telling me he was a musician. I’m a classically trained pianist who competed until I was…
The Afta-Afta Party at Cristina’s wedding. Chowing down on fast food.
I’m Over It
I haven’t run since the day after the marathon. Who the hell runs the day after a marathon…God knows, but I did. Everyone has a sense of what’s right or wrong for their body and the day after the long…
Amazon Jungle, Ecuador
An Officer and a Gentleman
I worked from home today because of a 6am conference call to educate members of the new Atlanta sales office on our investment products. I figured, it wouldn’t be too difficult to take an early morning call if I was…
The Palace of Fine Arts
A Stroll Down Marathon Lane
I didn’t sleep last night. I tossed and turned and kept looking at my clock, stressing out even more about the lack of sleep I would be getting before a big race. I ran the Nike Women’s Marathon today. Up…
Marathon Addendum
After downing a couple shots of Jamba Juice, listening to the band play TLC’s “No Scrub”, and collecting my belongings, it was time to go home. “Don’t even think about taking a cab,” I told myself as punishment for not…