It's the annual conference pilgrimmage to Miami, which works for me as a bonus trip to see the Captain. And while I'm here well I just think I'll stay a while. Yes the conference is over. And me and my Lenten Promise almost survived... Now I'm working in the back yard on the computer while the sun works on my tan. It's a tough life but someone has to do it.
My Lenten promise? I gave up alcohol for Lent. Just seemed like the right thing to do. I wasn't sure how my conference buddies would react - I tend to be the life of the party after midnight when I put the lawyer suit away and bring out the fun girl clothes. But they were all very supportive - thought I was nutz, but supportive.
Saturday we went out on a booze cruise/fishing trip. No temptation at all. I drank diet coke and caught a pretty pink and blue fish that matched my outfit. They were so impressed that 1) I caught a fish and 2) it matched my outfit that they changed the "ugliest fish" prize into "prettiest fish" prize and gave it to me. $50 thank you very much. And the biggest fish prize? Went to BossMan who caught - no I'm not making this up - A SHARK. Yes a shark catches a shark. And of course we had to let it go as professional courtesy but first we took photos. About 4 feet long - dogfish shark. No I don't have the photos yet of my pretty fish. Conference goers have promised to send me photos.
Sunday was the "white party" on a yacht. Freezing cold that night. Again No temptation. Drank diet coke. Went to bed early. Woke up and ran 4 miles. great day.
Monday night our firm held a cocktail party, then I was going to dinner with a large group (some of them very persuasive partiers) then off to a late night party. So I looked out off the Wagon and jumped so far off, I couldn't see the wagon tracks. I at least waited until the tail end of our company party after reeling in 4 new clients. ;-) But yeah it was hall-of-fame Mary Lou night (she's my alter ego). Cotton candy on my head like marie antoinette. (yes there is an awesome restaurant where they serve giant cotton candy for dessert. awesome). I found a cow in my purse the next morning - an adorable mini gravy boat like a cow. Hmmmm. Had something to do with dinner. Danced like a fool with my buddies until after 2 a.m. Guess who did NOT go running Tuesday morning? But guess who DID make her 9am meeting?!
Yep I'm back on the wagon. pretty easy actually. I have been running more, exercising, going to bed at decent hours. But not blogging and not posting. Too much else going on. Like hanging out in the Captain's back yard and working (really) then making healthy dinners together and watching movies like Madagascar. Really (he's joined me on the wagon.)
I so do not want to return to the land of ice and snow on Sunday. Even if it is going to be 75 there Sunday. It's 75 here every day. Every. Stinkin. Day. 18 months and counting and I will be living here. I cannot wait.