...and still be considered a man?
(From Seinfeld episode "The Note")
George: A man gave me... a massage.
George: So he... had his hands and he was--
Jerry: He was what?!
George: He was, touching, and rubbing.
Jerry: That's a massage.
George: And then I took my pants off.
Jerry: You took your pants off?!
George: For my hamstring.
George: He got about two inches from--
George: I think it moved.
I'm a little nervous. The spa I am planning to go to is closed on Mondays. So I am planning to call tomorrow and make an appointment. If nothing else, it should make for a good blog entry. (BLERD ALERT!) And after all, isn't that what it's all about? By the way, blerd has been mentioned on yet another blog. Thanks to Erica at Ecstatic Misery for the mention on her September 1st entry. Coming soon, "Bases for Blerds: First base isn't what it used to be."
Went to eat Friday night at Logan's. Then recorded the show. Saturday, I worked until 1:00. Then went to the Bama game. We won 30-21, after falling behind 21-10. The best part of the game was The Catch that Tyrone Prothro made just before halftime.
It was the #1 play on SportsCenter's top ten Saturday night. The second best part of the game was when the field sprinklers came on right in the middle of the 4th quarter. Play was halted. There were probably about five or six sprinklers all over the field. They stayed on for a couple of minutes. I took a picture with my phone, but I don't think you can really tell what it is. Sunday was just a very nice, relaxing day. I did laundry, watched the US Open final, watched the Cowboys win, went running, and cooked an enchilada casserole.
Hope you all had a good weekend!
EDIT: I go to look at the new apartment tomorrow!
You had to be there
"Are you watching this Agassi Federer match? This is great."
"They look just like us."
"Until they hit the ball."
"My favorite song is Tease Me All Night Long. Do you know what song I'm referring to?"
"I think Florence Nightengale sings it."
"Oh, I'm quite sure she doesn't sing it. Florence Nightengale is like a dead nurse. Perhaps you're thinking of Clara Barton."
"Do you like my nails?"
"Yeah. Are you gonna paint them?"
"They are painted. It's a French Manicure."
"Oh... yeah, that's nice... I like pink. Or red. Maybe some iced mauve. Or raspberry punch."
"I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens..."