Potlucks and Braids

Last night I went to a potluck at my friend Bethany's house. I know what you're thinking, "Ew, potlucks. That's just everyone's excuse to get rid of the leftovers they've had stored in the fridge for the past week and a half." But actually, it's not. The food was really good and spending time with friends is always worthwhile. I brought pizza. Domino's to be exact. That's my tip for all the potluck-attending newbies out there. Bring a simple cheese pizza from Domino's and check the phone book before you order it to see if the coupons near the back have expired yet.

I'm desparately trying to see most of my friends before I take off for Barcelona on Aug. 21. It's getting to be crunch time and I've started to think about thinking about packing. I hate packing; it's so stressful. And packing for a year to go to a country that you've never been to is, admittedly, a bit daunting. But I'm SO excited!

At the potluck last night my friend Megan french braided my hair. I love having it french braided! I cannot do it very well myself and trying to french braid my own mane is nearly impossible. My arms start to cramp up with pain resembling that of the kind I felt when running the San Diego Marathon. Anywho, Megan did a really good job and had a lot of patience because my hair was so tangly. I kept the braids in to sleep and got in bed with Bukowski.

Today I have a few things I want to do.
1. Run 8 miles. Lift weights/ core. French braids are still in tact, yay!
2. Empty the dishwasher. I love when I open the dishwasher door and the steam floats up in my face; I use it to clean my glasses.
3. Take pants to the tailor. I'm 5'3" and have to cut almost all my jeans.
4. Paint backyard chairs. Friends coming over around 7:45p to help. Note to self: wear jank clothes so as not to ruin good ones.