Bradys and Bewitched

Well dang it. I got home sooner than I expected today after a staff meeting was cancelled, and now I have three hours before Angela and I have to leave for a meeting. I thought I would just barely have time to come home and change clothes, but this three hour lag means I have time to do cardio on the treadmill after all. Crap. It's so much fun letting myself off the exercise hook on Fridays, but I'm thinking the voice of health and discipline is going to win out today. Perhaps if I blog long enough...

Angela and I went to happy hour last night at Blue Mesa at Beltline and the Tollway. There were some huge office parties taking up all the tables when we got there so we had to sit at the bar, and as soon as we sat down a couple of creepy old guys started checking us out. One of them looked like he could have been part of a Very Brady Trip to Hawaii, complete with the palm tree shirt and the tragically poofy hair. I didn't really look at the other guy much because I didn't want either of them to think I was into their hotness. The Very Brady guy looked at me way too many times--several times while I was in mid-sip with my blue rita and my lips were active (ick!)--but I think he eventually picked up on the fact that Angela and I were not there to hook up with anybody, to say the least. I guess it helped to see that we were completely into the conversation with each other, and when there happened to be a lull in our conversation we both checked out the LPGA action on the TV above the bar. He would have been barking up the wrong Ellen/Portia tree and he knew it. The ritas and quesadillas were tastey though.

After Blue Mesa we went to the Kiss FM premiere of Bewitched. Rich gave Bewitched 3 out of 5 on the Movie First Word this morning so he wasn't crazy about it, but I liked it. I realize it's not Oscar caliber, but Will Ferrell was hilarious under Nicole Kidman's spells, and I was just looking to crack up a few times. Mission accomplished.

Tonight we're going to dinner with friends. I'm in the mood for Mi Cocina, but any place with chips and salsa will do. I could eat mexican food every day of the week, and I feel like something is missing if we go out to dinner and fajitas are not on the menu. I don't know if that's because fajitas themselves are so great, or if it's the margarita/chips and salsa/queso accoutrements that seal the deal. Yum. Crap, I'm hearing the healthy, disciplined voice again. I had better get on the treadmill so I can eat more later. I hope the four of us can fend off the Bradys tonight.

Have a great weekend...