It was a long weekend in many respects. This is what I did:
I made crawfish dip for a party on Saturday.
I had my eyebrows ripped out with hot wax.
I went to dinner with friends and drank Pomegranate Margaritas.
I wore these shoes to dinner:
After dinner, I lurched around the mall with a group of women, squealing over clothes and shoes and generally having a good time.
Saturday, I attended a workshop given by Morgan Doremus and Stephanie Klose from RT magazine.
Saturday evening, I attended a party with homemade BBQ, the aforementioned crawfish dip, and lots of yummy Southern cooking.
I laughed my butt off. (I wish it were that easy to shed fat.)
I got home late and the cats were pissed. Fed them and dealt with the fall out.
Got to bed late.
Slept late. (Embarassingly late.)
Talked to a friend for 2.5 hours Sunday morning.
Watched football with Hubby.
Talked to another friend for an hour.
Wrote a blog post while football was on.
Thought of significance of 9/11, cried a bit with all the tributes and that Budweiser commercial, but decided not to write about my 9/11 memories. Many people have done so more eloquently than I.
And that's the weekend. Notice there was no writing in there. Today, back to work. Oh, and the New Voices competition begins tomorrow. I'm a mentor, and looking forward to it!