Words could not possible do justice to the events of this past Friday. While I certainly agree this is an undeniable opportunity to open a dialogue about mental illness and gun control in our country, at this moment I believe silence while victims grieve can be the strongest response of all. The cold open from SNL last night brought me an odd sense of peace. All is calm. All is bright.
I spent Saturday morning manning the front desk at Vita-Prana for the Athleta trunk show. It took every ounce of strength to not order the entire rack of clothes, especially their Kickbooty pants and this super-soft sweater that felt just like wearing a blanket.
After a disco nap (a necessity in my old age if we plan to stay out past 10pm), we donned our best holiday attire and headed to VaHi to do the Santa Stumble bar crawl with some friends and folks from work.
After dinner at Osteria and various holiday-flavored shots (all of which included creme de menthe and half and half – ick), we escaped the crowded bars and ended up on Buford Highway at this fine establishment.
Question: what’s better at 2 in the morning than karaoking hits of yore – “The Thong Song” anybody? Answer: nothing.
Despite our very late night, when we woke up I was all geared up to go for a long run today on a new trail. Then, I looked out our window.
Eight hours later, it still looks like this. Gross.
So glad I just made brownies and DVR’ed the cartoon Grinch. This week is the final stretch before the school is closed for holiday break, and tonight I’m looking forward to savoring the last few hours of the calm before the storm.