The day started predictably:
Then a green smoothies was enjoyed.
Meals were never really consumed, just a series of snacks.
After all of that randomness, I went to Sean’s Monday night running group where I dragged myself around for about four miles. I was literally the slowest person and everyone was like “it’s not a competition” and I was like “Uh, you’re not fooling me, everything is a competition.”
Plus, these are people who compete in races almost every weekend sooooo…
So I guess it was Cinco de Mayo, but I was not about to go drinking because:
1. It was a Monday
2. Like St. Patrick’s Day, all of the amateurs love to drink on Cinco de Mayo, even though they’re not quite sure what they’re drinking about. It leads to bros ordering Corona in craft beer bars and that’s great for the bars (that can charge $4 for a Corona), but I don’t want to participate.
I had been seeing pics of Mexican food all day, so we walked to our neighborhood Mexican restaurant and feasted (sans margaritas).
[NOTE: If you have not read this brilliant essay by Anthony Bourdain on the US’s relationship with Mexico, I urge you to. So spot on.]
Then I painted my nails and went to bed.