Her text message was enthusiastic, and also there. Already. I’m backing out of my driveway trying to piece together what happened to make my whole body feel this badly. I know there were new people, friends now. I mean if you’re naked in their hot tub you’re officially friends. The hot tub was nice. He had a laser. That was random but amazing. He put a champagne flute in it and it etched a saying by Mark Twain. Something like “Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.” Oh wait, I took a Snapchat of that. The only picture I took all night. Mark Twain Champagne.
They only drank sweet stuff. Not whisky, not beer, just the sweets. And now I’m negotiating my 7AM workout into a 7:10AM walk, and she’s already there waiting for me. I’m in jeans and going to a gym.
The walk was nice. We were going to
work out run walk to a smoothie place but – probably because I was late – we walked to the Easton Starbucks instead. This is the most NOT workout ever, but a great way to start the day. I think I have a bourbon tasting tonight at 6:30 at The Pub at Polaris.