Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The rain dance worked!

Sit back and bask in my glow of excuses:

On the way home last night, I was psyching myself up to go jogging. I was on the subway, hurtling through a tunnel beneath the East River, when destiny intervened: my iPod's battery died. Suddenly, I had two choices. I could either go home alone, wrestle into my workout clothes, and go running in the chilly dark with no music to keep me going. (Barf!) Or, I could get off at the next subway stop, kiss my husband hello, eat Brooklyn's best mac-and-cheese and have a couple of killer cocktails. (Yay!)

As I dabbed away a spot of cheesy goodness from my chin, I thought, "Well, I'll just go for a run in the morning. Early."

But at 6 a.m., the rain was coming down hard in Brooklyn. I'll try again Wednesday morning.


The Brooklyn Sea Hag said...

Where is Brooklyn's best Mac and Cheese? WHERE???

Mary B. said...

Rain dances are handy like that...You could make a poor man's treadmill out of a freshly buffed floor and a pair of fluffy socks. You'll work muscles you never knew you had trying to stay upright! ;)