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Weekend Wrapup

Friday was a great day.  Not only was it gorgeous out, but I was back on solid food.  I relished every bite of my first meal of the day -- a half of a whole wheat bagel, plain yogurt, blueberries, and some sliced pineapple -- certainly not exciting, but man, was it good.  And don't even get me started on the coffee.  Ahh.  I tried to go easy, sticking to a salad for lunch, but by dinnertime I was ready for more.  I ended up at Mercadito Grove with Matt B., Dave & Lauren and couldn't have been happier.  In addition to the great company, I thoroughly enjoyed every single thing I ate.  The spices seemed more vibrant and the textures -- the crunch of a tortilla chip, the creaminess of guacamole, the viscosity of an oyster -- leapt out in every bite. 

I woke up Saturday and went on an invigorating run -- the first long outdoor run of the season.  Afterwards, I headed up to Matt R. and Alexia's wedding brunch at their gorgeous apartment on the Upper East Side, where I got to catch up with some work folks and congratulate the happy couple on their nupitals.  Following brunch, I headed back to Union Square to hit the farmer's market (for produce) and Paragon (for triathlon gear).  After much deliberation, I ended up with a sports bra that seems supportive enough to run in and comfortable enough to swim in, and some tri-specific shorts.  I've already made peace with the fact that I'm not going to win any fashion awards at this thing, so I might as well be comfortable.  Saturday night I headed out to Brooklyn for a wine dinner featuring selections from the $10 and under table at Smith & Vine (given the weather, I went straight for the rose), where I got to catch up with Jenn, Emilia, Viv, Anj, and Jules. 

Sunday I slept a bit late, cooked up a tortilla espanola with my potatoes and eggs from the CSA (which will be my breakfast all week), then did a few errands outside before having a picnic lunch from Caracas Arepa Bar.  By the time 6pm rolled around, I really didn't feel like going inside for my hip-hop class, but I'm glad I did -- it was a blast.  Not only did I work up a serious sweat, but I worked out some major tension -- how could you be tense when you're dancing around like an idiot?  Back home for a veggie stir fry and a little tidying up before bed.

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