hot [90 degrees on one sign]
hungry [i'd last eaten around 3 a.m. -- a pantry roullette creation involving okra, kidney beans and curry on toast that was so delicious my mouth almost fainted. but looking at that clumpy mess in the light of day sent me reeling toward the bathroom]
hungover [thus, the car in west duluth]
it ended up being six miles and took an hour, 40 minutes. i'm not sure why it is that running six miles is easier than walking six miles. i do know that i was emitting kernals of sand from my body instead of sweat.
and other things from last week:
THINGS WATCHED FEATURING TORI SPELLING
"coed call girl" 1996: tori stars as johanna, a humorless premed college student who has no time for fun, between her parttime job at a bakery, incessant studying, and flirtation with the longhair from seventh heaven. she is lured into the glamourous gowns, beach parties, dates with celebrated authors and 400 dollar paychecks of the escorting business. it deviates from sexy to sleezy quickly, and she tries to get out of the business. no dice, says her pimp. and it all ends in gun fire.
green gazpacho: obviously i'm on a gazpacho kick that rivals the rhubarb kick of earlier this summer. the problem with gazpacho: pureeing 20 dollars worth of veggies seems as wasteful as juicing 20 dollars worth of produce. chuck thinks i should just drink V8. this was good for about two bites, and then i got grossed out by the texture. then i dished it off on a robber.
MEALS TAKEN IN PUBLIC
fitgers brewhouse: the brewhouse's beau burger remains my one exception to the "i don't really get into barbeque" rule. this burger has cheddar cheese, handfuls of fresh onions and just a few brush strokes of tangy bbq. with beer battered fries and a root beer that was surprisingly not that hot.