Whew. It was a busy weekend, my friends. I didn’t catch up on any sleep, but I did have a pretty great time! It was definitely eventful…
Um eventful as in blood and stitches. So, if that kind of stuff freaks you out, proceed with caution because there ARE pictures of the blood and the stitches. Yes, I’m gross and felt the need to share. Sorry, friends!
Woke up, had a leisurely morning, and taught a 12:15pm-1pm Cardio Chisel class. It was a fabulous one. I got a great workout in myself and I think the class had a fun time. SCORE.
After coming home and rinsing in a cold shower I had a quick pre-pool snack! Peanuts, celery with two tablespoons of light cream cheese, Ezekiel 4:9 bread, and two pieces of string cheese.
My roommate and I headed down to the pool at our apartment. Lovely.
After a few hours of sun (and lots of vitamin D and a sunburn), we headed inside, refueled the calories we’d torched while lazily lounging by the pool, and hopped in the shower to get ready for our night out.
Jake (my boyfriend, for any new readers!) is moving to L.A. in a week to pursue a career in film editing. I’m super excited for and proud of him, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a teeny bit sad. We’ll be a six or seven hour drive away from one another, which is the farthest we’ve ever been in our four+ years together! One good thing about his move? A going away party!
My roommate and I picked up a friend in Sacramento and headed to Folsom (about 25 mins from Davis) for the party! It was going fabulously… I got to see tons of friends from high school, meet some new people, dance, sing, walk on broken bottles…
Oh, yeah. That. I stepped on a piece of broken glass. Ouch. The party-goers collectively MacGyvered me a tourniquet and my sweet roommate drove me home back to Davis- the dang thing wouldn’t stop bleeding. We headed back to our apartment but the cut was still gushing, so we ended up going to the ER, where my other roommate met us. An hour and $100+ later, I left with three stitches. The wound has started bleeding profusely a few times since it was stitched up due to “veinous pooling” which ain’t fun. Anyway, after cleaning up the blood from the kitchen floor, I wrapped my foot in three socks, covered it with a towel, and climbed under my white comforter. Recipe for disaster. Luckily, it was all good the next morning. I eventually drifted off to (horrible) sleep…
After four hours of terrible sleep, I woke up. Sore foot in tow, I headed to Safeway to get donuts + flowers for some nice girls who had helped me out the night before and muffins + bacon for my sweet roommates. After applying some makeup and slipping into a dress, I drove down to San Francisco for the day!
A girl friend and I took a catamaran tour on the bay and then grabbed lunch! The boat ride was freezing but awesome. We saw Alcatraz, The Golden Gate Bridge, some jellyfish and some porpoises. Successful, no?
The second our feet touched dry land, we started searching for a (late) lunch spot. It was 2:30pm and all I’d eaten the morning before was a piece of toast. Enter: Salad + Onion Rings… Totally hit the spot.
Aren’t those the most gorgeous onion rings ever? I’m pretty obsessed with that picture? Is it weird if I frame it and put it over my fireplace mantle?
Yes, that’d be really weird because I don’t even have a fireplace. But still.
After SF, I drove home and met up with a coupe of girl friends in Davis for a low key night. I was freaking exhausted from the previous night, my foot hurt from all the walking in SF, and my sunburn was giving me cold sweats. I was a hot mess. We just hung around for a few hours until they dropped me off and I conked out. Glorious.
Nothing too exciting! I was going to teach a Pump ‘N’ Sculpt class but my cut started bleeding like crazy, so I decided it’d be best if I just found a sub. Probably a good idea. My foot was pretty sore the whole day. Yes, I’m a huge baby.
Also, Jake came into town! With a “care package!” And flowers! And fooood!
Thanks, baby. You da best!
All in all, it was a weekend for the books! Now, I have to go finish writing a paper. I DON’T WANNA. My roommates and I just discussed the addition of a new day called, “Sunderday.” The eight day of the week. Another weekend day. You guys in? Will you sign the petition? Awesome.
Have you ever had stitches? This was my first time getting stitches while awake (I got them during my knee surgery, obviously)
What did you do this weekend?
Sunderday: Are you on board with this?