Besides the Race, I did manage to do a few other things this weekend.
On Friday night as a part of my Carb Loading-It’s The Weekend-Fun Fest, we dropped by the Fulton Tap Room. Some runners Say No to a pre-race beer, but I’m comfortable pouring one or two.
My first round was a Ringer (their newly released American Ale) and the second was the Sweet Child of Vine which is their IPA and most well-known beer. While I sipped on the Sweet Child of Vine, I knew that we had absolutely made the right choice, even if the place was totally packed because we arrived just before the start of a Twins game.
Um. One who plans around sporting events I am not.
We also scrounged up some tacos from the Get Sauced truck parked outside. Because if you’re going to sip, you should probably snack. This may or may not be the lost 11th Commandment.
My best recollection of what was going on in there: Some interpretation of Mexican-style tacos (v. BBQ or Korean) with white and blue corn tortillas. How snappy, right?
What I just learned from digging up the link: They are a chain. So that kind of takes away from the shabby-chic of it all.
This morning I took a brief moment to address my mitts + paws. They were a serious disaster scene and the situation was, quite frankly, unlivable in the current state.
I’ve become a terrible procrastinator lately where they’re concerned and I think we can all agree that the only thing worse than no manicure at all is some extremely chipped polish.
I was ashamed for me.
Post-pamper, I actioned some baking. With the patio door open and the natural light streaming into the kitchen, it only seemed like the right thing to do.
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies were the end-product, obviously.
On the declutter front, I took a trunk full of objects and former possessions to the Goodwill. As I packed things into the trunk, it was like having a weight lifted off my chest.
Cliche? Absolutely. I am more than happy to Go There.
While I got to re-organizing the boxes for a better “fit” it made me wonder exactly how much effort goes into organizing a garage sale. Not because I want to host one, but because it already seemed like enough effort to get things piled up and packed away for donation!
Have you ever hosted a garage sale?
What did The Universe direct you to do this weekend?