Weekend Update

Oh, dear, oh, dear, the premiere party is tomorrow and I have been on one of the kicks I like to call "the upside of hunger" for the past five days.  I shall have to do some serious downing of some sort of molasses/cayenne pepper/arsenic concoction if I want my legs to be acceptable for the skanky skirt I plan on donning tomorrow.  I believe my workout Saturday kicked my appetite into high gear.  I hiked seven miles, then went to a salsa class.  A beginning salsa class, mind you, and, more importantly, my first salsa class, so I didn't count on learning the moves enough to actually burn any calories.  I had imagined myself merely standing in the middle of the room, sans male companion (my guy friend was twenty minutes late, since people in LA forget how to drive when it's raining), whilst everyone else partnered up, and then I would make a mad dash for a cheeseburger at the restaurant next door.  But it was not meant to be.  Instead, I found myself drenched in sweat (mainly from one of my partners, a sweaty old man who wore braces and a track suit) and starving. 

Luckily, Cliffhanger was at the mall a mere stone's throw from my house (because she is nearly always at the mall), so she picked me up and we went and ate barbecue.  Lots of barbecue, and hush puppies, and cornbread.  Only an hour later, while watching THE HUNTING PARTY (did that movie make anyone else really want to go to Bosnia?  No?  Okay... losers...), my stomach began to growl.  I was hungry AGAIN!  So Cliffhanger toted me to yet another restaurant, where we ate chicken pot pie and cobbler, and I forgot my hunger, for the time being at least.  Until I woke up in the middle of the night and ate my leftovers. 

Last night was a repeat, since I had dinner with the Staff Writer, ate half his chicken and wouldn't let him have a bite of gnocchi, instead finishing it all myself.  Then I made him pay the check.  I wonder if I'll see him again soon...

Now it's off to dinner.  Night night!