I don’t think attending a taping of one of the greatest game shows of all time was on my bucket list, but hey. It happened. It was great. And I was a VIP, thanks to friend Mackenzie.
Not a bad start to the weekend.
I have had many ideas for blog posts over the last few days. Hopefully, I will get around to all of them.
But for now, only one thing matters.
I think you can take a wild guess at what that is.
Beer and junk food were had. Seventh inning stretching was done. Teddy did not race (my favorite thing about these games. WTF, Nats? #letteddywin).
Take me out to the ball game, indeed.
So it turns out that one of my neighbors can totally hear me singing in my apartment. But it’s not while I’m washing dishes.
I was running out the door on Saturdayand ended up in the hallway with my neighbor, Katie. Conversation is as follows.
Katie: Was that you just now, singing?
Me: Oh. Yes. Sorry, I hope I didn’t bother you.
Katie: No, don’t be sorry! I was about to knock on your door and check. It was lovely.
She then asked if I sang for a living, which made me laugh. I have to admit, it was quite a compliment.
Yesterday’s lack of a post was due to my heartbreak over the Titanic.
But really, how could one not be heartbroken over this?
Today went like this: yoga, choir, ballroom, Titanic (miniseries, not 3D, but only because I saw 3D on V-Day). I think if more days were like this one, my world would just be better.
On that note, I wanted to write something deep and meaningful about Titanic (the historical event) but really, all you have to know is that I love it. My fascination with it is endless. Crazy to think it’s been 100 years ago today.
But my heart will go on.
Roommate Kaitie told me how she came home one day and heard someone in our building belting an Adele song. It was not good, she said.
I, too, have a tendency to belt songs in my apartment. Sometimes when I am in the shower, but usually when I’m washing dishes.
And since my kitchen sink is right next to the window, it makes me wonder…can our neighbors hear me singing the way Kaitie heard that one girl?
After watching the latest episode of “How I Met Your Mother,” I can’t help but contemplate how much does or doesn’t happen in that much time.
Without giving away any spoilers, the episode shows characters Ted, Marshall and Barney fantasizing about their lives in three year intervals.
Which leads me to…Where was I three years ago?
I fail at blogging daily. Finding something noteworthy to write about every single day is hard. I’d like to blame it on my lack of a functioning laptop, but alas, I have an iPhone and an Android tablet — there’s really no excuse.
So this is me, getting back up on this horse. But first, I’ll recap what I’ve missed in the last 70-ish days in the easiest way possible: old tweets. I may have skipped some days because I found nothing noteworthy or because I didn’t tweet at all (surprisingly, I have been tweeting less as of late).
This week insists on being awful.