Caulk it Like it's Hot

Today's work out:
2 mile run

Whew, what a weekend. Lots going on and a pretty run down body meant that I didn't get a chance to run either of the planned days. I feel guilty about that, but spending time with friends and close ones was well worth it.

Friday, I showed up to the PMP exam, reviewing material even as I walked through the door. Between the morning of reviewing, relaxing, and ruminating I did not have time for a shower. My hair was wild and vertical, so I decided to just put on a hat. Feeling confident and sharp looking until I walked in the door, these feelings quickly changed when they told me hats were not allowed in the testing area. 

I went forward with my gravity defying hair and was seated at computer 24, just like my old basketball number. Finally, I was starting to feel like today was going my way. I worked through all 200 questions in about an hour and a half, rested briefly, and reviewed the items I was vaguely questioning. I was mentally spent when the nerve wracking moment of truth came to submit the exam. The computer tabulated my score for about 90 seconds...

... And I was told to fill out a survey about my testing experience. Ugh, serious?!? You have my scores right now, and are hiding them so as not to affect these satisfaction surveys. Finally, found out I passed, and I was released to go retrieve my hat once more.

Now onto the fun parts of the weekend. A couple friends were getting married on Saturday, and were having evening cocktails to celebrate before the big day. Jake, Stacy, and I drove into Chicago, stumbled with the purchase of train tickets, and commuted to our hotel. We celebrated passing my exam by drinking this mystical purple liquor I had been storing in my fridge for a while. It was amazing to pour but one of the most disgusting purple dranks I've ever experienced.

Cocktails at the Fulton Market kitchen were delicious, and I got to reconnect with a few old friends. Turns out we had too much fun, I got frustrated at a couple people for leaving without saying anything, and ended up staying up way too late having deep conversations that no one remembers.

Recovering the next day, meant brunch at Grand Lux and napping all afternoon in the hotel. Before long, it was time to head to the wedding. This was the 2nd time in about a month that I donned a dress and went to see my good friends unite their lives to each other. Apparently, I did a good job picking tonight's outfit too, because I got Vicky's seal of approval for he evening.

Stacy left after dinner because she had an important choir solo at church in the morning, but I stayed and danced till the party shut down. The people bussing tables kept clearing my drinks which made me spend most of the night in line for another. By the time I stumbled home, I was in a chatty and excited mood. I apparently chatted Stacy's ears off about the evening and the cab driver that said I should be the next President Trump (...not certain what that means, but nice of him to think that.)

Since I spent the entire week malnourished and exhausted, this hang over stuck with me the entire day. Stacy sounded amazing at church, but the small checkered carpet almost made me faint. We left and headed to lunch, football, and moving with her parents. 

The Pack lost, but Chili's was pretty enjoyable. Despite being extremely vulnerable, it was not hard to put on a good show. Stacy's mom was pretty entertaining throughout the whole meal. At one point we discovered she need a little caulk to fix some things around the house and at school. Imagine the jokes that followed. After about 10 minuets of innuendo, Stacy's mom admitted that she didn't understand what we were giggling over.

A great weekend all together, and I passed out about 7 (or 4 if you include the 2 hour nap). I was over due for sleep. No scheduled exercise, but 3.5 hours of dancing might count towards something. Next, sprints on Tuesday.