A group of us, including Nurse Tiff of the Stink-eye and non-updating-blog, went out to eat after the workout. I’m always rooting for dive bars, and Crackerjack in NW is quite the dive. I don’t mind going to local dives for the most part, but the drinkers at Crackerjack look a bit too serious for me. In contrast, the back deck at the Crackerjack is a nice area with picnic benches and usually full of neighbors and their kids. It’s funny how different it feels from the inside.

In any case, we went to Laurelwood which is nicer and while I wanted a hamburger, I ate a pulled pork sandwich instead because we all know how much healthier that is for you. And I had a beer. One beer is usually what it takes to make me want to sleep in. Two and I’m usually OK. I don’t know how that works.

Somehow I was clicking on random links IN MY OWN BLOG since WordPress puts them there, and I got to something called, “Real Men Like Curves.” Along with this there’s all sorts of links about cheeseburgers and even a section titled, “How many cheeseburgers does it take to scare a model?” I’m not sure what this is, but somehow I think I can get behind it.