I had a very strange and ridiculously vivid dream last night. I went to Germany on a trip, and met a very strange fellow that I took a liking to. He wore heavy Icelandic-looking sweaters, spoke very witty broken English, had a beard, and looked mysteriously like the now deceased (RIP) Ryan Dunn. It was weird, but I think it was partly because my friend Sean brought up the subject of Ryan Dunn when I was telling my boyfriend's son to never drink & drive last night. He's 10 years old, but it's never too early to learn! I just remember thinking that Ryan Dunn was the only Jackass dude that I was even remotely attracted to, so maybe that's what spurred the dream?
Tonight Katy & I are going to Beauty Bar for their 1-year anniversary. They'll have an open bar. Which means I'll be drinkin', so I may as well just consider this a cheat day! :) Yeah, I'm broke. What of it?
Egg (over-easy), with Ezekiel toast, butter, and jalapeno jam (nothing too exciting today!)
Coffee with sugar & half and half.
1 chocolate chip cookie.
Ramen noodles with fresh onions and edamame.
Leftover mashed potatoes with green peas, homemade gravy, and a Morningstar "Riblet"
2 whiskey gingers
20 minute bike ride (to/from work)