Not to brag or anything, but I got to eat two turkeys this weekend.
Yup, it was was pretty freaking awesome.
John and I went down to his families for Thanksgiving. We had an awesome time seeing everyone, and I entertained everyone by trying to make a gingerbread house for the first time.
I forgot to bring my camera, but it looked something like this:
The next day we got up early and headed to my parents’ house for another awesome meal. I honestly think I gained 5 pounds this weekend.
Two things really stand out from that visit.
…and watching the dogs play:
We also got to have a really nice visit with my grandparents. I am so thankful for our family and friends.
After eating that much, it was really nice to get back home and get out for a run. I met my friends Kim and Cindy (who I DO NOT get to see enough of) and we went for a nice 5 mile run.
And that is about it…well…actually. Not really.
I was kidnapped.
Last night John and I went to Augusta to have dinner with some friends who were in the area for the Thanksgiving weekend. We ran into some friends from Caratunk/The Forks at the same restaurant. They were out to see a friends band play at a local bar.
Before they left, they came in to say bye and next thing I knew I was heading out with them to go dancing.
Holy random, right?
I feel kind of bad, because I DID totally leave John with the bill and a 90 minute ride home alone, but he said (still says) he was good with it and I believe him.
So I jumped in my friend Kim’s car and off we went to some bar I had never heard of. It was a blast, the band was fun, and it was really awesome to catch up and hang with some of my friends who I don’t get to see very often.
After a night of dancing that got me home at 2:30 am (I KNOW!! I am usually in bed at 9pm. But it was a great time!) I am feeling a little groggy. I am heading up to my trainer for an hour bike ride to shake things out a bit and then…probably time on the couch.