Not Again...

Weekends. Elusive and fleeting. Anyway, hope yours was spiffy. Went back to my native lands for a few days, although it seems like most of the time was spent in the car. Saturday we had a bridal shower for my cousin and his fiancee. A pretty affair, very much the New England garden party. I'll tell you one thing, my family doesn't half-ass parties. I'll post pictures of it on my Picasa album once I get them off the camera. The boys left to drink beers and play Guitar Hero while the girls made table arrangements and got everything ready.

The rest of the time was basically spent running around doing errands, although we did manage to catch some crazy interpretive dance/scary keyboarded/fairy winged girls doing a performance in the Davis park as part of the ArtBeat. Was it as horrible as it sounds? No. It was worse. Most days I'm very happy to live right off the bike path, but just the sounds of this band coming from the Square were enough to make me wish I was back up in the secluded, quiet woods of New Hampshire.

Things on the agenda for today: going for a run, toasterizing some trader joe's soy nuggets for lunch, going to see Superman, and trying to avoid the heat as much as possible. Did I mention it's like 100 degrees here in Rochester? I have a feeling the run will be short-lived, but I need to get off my ass and do something other than sleep and watch movies. I had an invite to go jet-skiing in Greece but realized I had left my suit at home. And my IROC. So I had to pass.

Onward and upward. I am now accepting offers to do stuff in the Rochester area for this week. Don't everyone crowd me. There's more than enough NPW to go around.



UPDATE:

I just walked to the post office and had two trucks beep at me and wave (have Rochester men never seen a woman walking in shorts and a t-shirt?), a jogger tell me I was brilliant for walking and not jogging in this heat, and a "special" young man in a wheelchair tell me I was pretty. Who knew a twenty minute walk could be so eventful here?