Four hours. That’s a lot of time when doing some things.
For example, I will probably never run four hours. Two hours for a half marathon is good enough for me.
I will never drive for four hours without a potty break. That’s a long span of time to be on the road without stopping. My bladder is too small for such things.
I will probably never clean for four hours straight. Classified as a “spot cleaner”, I am the girl who will focus on one or two things each night and use a span of days to actually “clean my apartment”. So if you come to visit, please give me at least three days warning- thanks.
One thing to do for four hours that makes it seem like not a lot of time?
Sleep. Sleeping for four hours in one night is simply not right.
I need at least five. Six to display some intelligence. Six-and-a-half to not be hateful.
If you remember, I had a late night on Saturday night and didn’t realize until after I had gotten up how much rest I actually (didn’t) have.
But it was fine. Luckily I didn’t have a busy day planned or anything.
First on the ticket was Jaime’s shower.
There was punch and alcohol offered. I stuck with water. I think all the guests should take this as a moment to publicly apologize to Jaime. We played the game “guess the size of her belly” and all overshot- by at least six inches. Um…. sorry…. :p
After games, cake (!), and presents, I left her house with a sugar buzz and confidence that I was up on the latest summer fashions for newborn girls. Ruffles on the butt are VERY “in” this year.
And the sugar buzz seemed to kick-start my “second wind”. Or, if we’re being honest, it may have been a “first wind”.
It was time to meet up with a few more of my favorite suburb gals for dinner at Grande Jake’s in Buffalo Grove. Mon and I hadn’t done our regular Sundays of Mexican food in quite some time and I had a Groupon. So she, Annie, and I took some time and enjoyed my favorite part of the restaurant- chips and their large selection of salsa.The one in the right corner was my favorite (obviously). It was also one of the spiciest- tastebuds were lost. Typical.
Annie enjoyed a margarita and Mon enjoyed a Mexican beer. I enjoyed another water.
Besides, I was patiently waiting for this:Yeah- the cheese on my enchiladas verdes was intense. And I am a big fan of the melty deliciousness, but this time around, most of it was scraped to the side. By the end, the only thing left was the discarded cheese and tomato slice (I don’t like them- it’s a texture thing).
Randomly, I’ve had this food as carryout before with a friend who was in town last year. We had the burritos and I was semi-obsessed because that burrito lasted for three meals. THREE meals!
It really is delicious, but I think they do better work with the burritos. Either that, or I’m still remembering how amazing my enchiladas verdes were from Salsa 17. Still dreaming about those…
After we had taken up our table for probably way too long (it was super busy!), we headed back home where Annie and I decided to stroll the neighborhood for a while. Gotta help along the digestion process, right?
We walked a few miles and chatted. And since it was right as the sun was setting/had set, we even managed to snag some bug bites. Another sign spring is here?
Now if only the temps would get in line…
Turns out I can function a little better on four hours than I thought?
We won’t test that theory again anytime soon. Hopefully.