Flipflops in the Rain


live tweeting about loud, fast, sexy cars

my first drag racing experience went much better than i expected. my dad is a starter for NHRA, so i had the luxury of watching the races as a Very Important (But Totally Confused) Person. i attempted to capture the excitement of being down at the starting line by constantly updating, but for the most part, i was caught up by the very, very loud intensity of the sport.

Tweet!: The race car edition*
– getting stoked to see my dad tomorrow
– Oil change blah. 05:46 PM October 09, 2008
– Successfully avoided packing for the weekend trip. 10:41 PM October 09, 2008
– only a few hours till a beautiful, redneck weekend in Southern Virginnie. 10:04 AM October 10, 2008
– in my next life, i will have superpowers that prevent me from ever having to sit in a car for two hours at a time. 03:13 PM October 10, 2008
– Time for the road trip after a delicious outback dinner. 07:55 PM October 10, 2008
– Car died. But I think we’re fine now. 08:49 PM October 10, 2008
– Pretty sure robin loves my voice 09:37 PM October 10, 2008
– We made it… and apparently I’m overdressed in my unlaundered jeans. 10:28 PM October 10, 2008
– Drag racing 101 12:15 AM October 11, 2008
– For some reason no one believes we’re part of the race car staff. 11:52 AM October 11, 2008
– Standing on a stool to see like the rest of the kids. 12:19 PM October 11, 2008
– Its cool, we’re VIP. 12:32 PM October 11, 2008
– Had no idea what we were signing up for–just signed a waiver form. Hmm… 01:11 PM October 11, 2008
– Holy mackerel, holy cow! 01:19 PM October 11, 2008
– Ear plugs are sooo underrated. 02:24 PM October 11, 2008
– Apparently just cuz I’m VIP doesn’t mean I’m above leaving my fly down. 02:55 PM October 11, 2008
– I’ve injected so many fumes, I might be high. 03:16 PM October 11, 2008
– Uh that would actually be, I’ve inhaled too many fumes. Brain. Functioning. Slowly. 03:21 PM October 11, 2008
– I think we were just on TV! 03:31 PM October 11, 2008
– I will trade anyone one dead robin for a tall latte. 04:43 PM October 11, 2008
– Done for the day. Bring me to my hoodie and flips, Jeeves. 05:46 PM October 11, 2008
– Hilary duff and bitch brew is the perfect break from drag racing. 06:58 PM October 11, 2008
– Break’s over. Watching for my dad on espn now. 07:16 PM October 11, 2008
– Completely lost in smelly Petersburg. 09:11 PM October 11, 2008
– Bacon wrapped steak and booze… Mmmmmmmmmmmm. 10:34 PM October 11, 2008
– Just did the midget dance during the pre race espn show. 09:10 AM October 12, 2008
– Just witnessed a funny car record win. 11:32 AM October 12, 2008
– Who wears red pumps to a sporting event? 12:14 PM October 12, 2008
– I think we’re finally getting it today… 12:18 PM October 12, 2008
– I want a new car now. Or maybe just a vespa. 12:42 PM October 12, 2008
– Finally made it to the suite w the free food and drinks. Gah! about 23 hours ago
– Watching the finals. about 21 hours ago
– My weekend of drag racing is over. Here’s hoping I don’t get a speeding ticket on the drive home. about 18 hours ago

and that concludes my whirlwind race weekend. who knew that after 25 years of trying to understand my dad’s fascination with cars, i would finally have an appreciation for them? can’t wait to go back!

* pretty sure my dad didn’t appreciate my “geeking out” on my blackberry while standing two feet away from professional racers.



i used to watch disney movies and that makes me cool

… which doesn’t really have anything to do with anything, except that i can name the seven dwarfs faster than three of my colleagues, and therefore, i get coolness points.

speaking of movies and mindless entertainment, i’m addicted to tv this fall. it’s getting ridiculous. a year ago, i watched one, maybe two, shows and only when i was really bored. this year, my sundays, mondays, tuesdays and thursdays are suddenly overpowered with brothers and sisters! gossip girl! fringe! the office! the other days of my week are filled with playing dvr catch-up.

i don’t know how people do this. when crazy eyes made a fall tv schedule a few years back, i mocked her viciously and shamelessly. now, i’m pretty sure my tv obsession is worse than hers and my head is pounding with useless knowledge about fictional pretty people and their in-no-way-realistic problems. then throw in the nonfictional pretty people and their in-no-way-realistic problems. seriously. when did i start caring about the hills or the girls next door or rachel zoe? and how do i get it to stop?!

the saddest part is that i haven’t even listed all the shows i actually watch in a week. or the ones that pithy and dead robin are trying desperately hard to turn me on to. or the football games i’ll be required to watch/sleep through in the upcoming months.

i’m afraid my perfectly crafted workout schedule is going to become extinct soon. any tips on how to conquer this zombie-like trance before it’s too late?



chocoliciouscakiness

i’ve been having a sugar craving all day. i don’t know why (although pithy might tell me it’s because i eat too much protein and not enough carbs), but i’ve been thinking about cupcakes all.damn.day.

but then i got sidetracked and started reading a post about ben & jerry’s recent letter from PETA. Which then led me to this. and now all i can think about is cupcakes with a side of cake batter and cheesecake brownie ice cream. siiiigh.

on a brighter note, for those of you anxiously waiting for an update on my bridesmaid-bootcamp slash fast-food-fast slash definitely-going-to-the-gym-three-times-a-week-kick, I’ve lost about 10 pounds since May.

therefore, i’m going to raise a spoon of deliciously rich, ooey-gooey-sugary goodness tonight and indulge my sweet tooth. yea friday!



bridesmaid boot camp and other out-of-date updates

i’m in the office on a saturday, and it’s not the worst thing in the world (although visions of bill lumberg are dancing in my head). in fact, i finally have time for some bloggy TLC.

i worked out five times this week. it’s become less of a chore and more of a way to unwind. (i think i’m addicted to my gym’s sauna.) with that said, i’m not losing any weight after nine solid weeks of quitting chik fil a and co. this wouldn’t be such a bad thing (i’m only a lil round), but i have to squeeze into an already-too-snug bridesmaid dress in less than a month. said dress is 3,000 miles away from me, so I don’t exactly have time to get it altered before the big day. (is it sad that i’m this stressed about a big day that’s not even *my* big day? the bride thinks it’s pretty sad…)

anyway, long story short, i’m not giving up on this workout kick no matter what kind of bad news mr. scale wants to throw my way. i feel better, right? (insert eye roll here.)

i did have to give up my dreams of becoming a championship boxer, though. after my free class (which was awesome), i would’ve had to purchase a membership to continue. unfortunately for my wallet, a membership costs $75/month with a minimum 12-month commitment — excluding the additional costs for equipment. sigh. guess i’ll have to stick to less conventional means of drunkenly wrestling with my friends (yes, plural. sorry, wools — you’re no longer the last person i beat up).

non-related somewhat noteworthy topics:

last weekend, i went to the beach. next weekend, i’m going to the beach. next year, i think i’ll move to the beach. in the meantime, i’m looking past the scattered thunderstorms to a summer filled with enjoying this.

i got a crackberry. picture me mobile blogging.

i heart chuck klosterman. i just started “IV: a decade of curious people and dangerous minds,” which begins with an essay about britney circa 2003 — how could i not heart him? seriously, though, his books are hilarious. (yes, i’m the creepy girl laughing out loud while she reads in public.) do yourself a favor and go buy “killing yourself to live” right this instant.

i just found out my dad reads my blog. (hi, daddy!) this is still nowhere near as bad as when he and my mom joined facebook. or as bad as the last family vacation we all took together, but that’s an entirely different story that i’ll probably never tell.

my phobia of raccoons has become ridiculously exploited. i guess this is what i get for having ridiculous phobias.

speaking of ridiculous, i’ve been ridiculously boring in my weeks of silence, and i think that’s all the updates i’ve got for ya. i’ve even toned down my drinking in the wake of my bridesmaid bootcamp activities, so the embarrassing stories that i usually don’t publicly write about are pretty much nil. (seriously, pithy — that bucket o wine was a myth.)



on hiatus

the past two weeks have been a mess of tears, frustrations, conferences, visitors, new employees, canceled obligations and a whirlwind of other activities that have left my brain reeling and my body begging to crash headfirst into bed and not wake up for days. until i can catch a break from the work-related stressors, i prefer not to spend my downtime staring at a computer screen. instead, i’ve been filling my evenings with exercise (yea!) and my weekends with sunshine.

so while i can’t say how long or short this bloggy break will be, i can say i can’t wait to be back, bragging about my fast food fast (seven weeks today!) and gushing about my new veronica mars dvds.

latas.



flippy ali

i’m going boxing tonight! i’m mildly nervous, but i have a (very, very, very) light background in martial arts and kickboxing (as in, i took a few rec classes in college), so it shouldn’t be toooo bad.

my main goal with this class is to find an extracurricular activity i can be passionate about — other than heavily drinking on the weekends. i went through a big yoga phase a couple months ago, but i’ve been finding it hard to motivate myself to attend classes lately (including the free twice-a-weeks my work provides at lunchtime). i’d say the best way to fall in love with a sport is to fall in love with the instructor’s teaching style. i’ve unfortunately not had great luck in the yoga department. whyyyyy would a “peaceful”, “soothing” yoga instructor feel the need to scream out the poses? i didn’t skip my lunch for boot camp — i skipped to unwind and forget about annoying customers. boxing, on the other hand… i *want* to be yelled at. i *want* to fight and kick ass.

if nothing else, this is probably a much more efficient way of getting out my aggression than stupid yoga.



mmmmmmmmassage

nothing like waking up with a crick in my neck to remind me to pamper myself after a long, hard weekend of sleepin’ and drinkin’ and wii‘in.

so much for getting back into my yoga routine today. here’s to a date with aromatherapy and de-knotting of dee neck.



get in my belly!

i know you’re all dying to know how my fast food fast is going. weeeeelll. it’s going.

the problem with my new “diet” (three weeks tomorrow — yea!) is that i’m always, always hungry. Usually, pre-fast, gorging on a chikin sandwich and milkshake would fill me up for most the day. Now, i’m eating trail mix by the gallon, drooling over thoughts of Mexican food and wasting loads of money on snack foods for my desk (the rationale being that i won’t pop over to chik fil a or taco bell if i have enough food at my desk). even as i’m writing this, my eyes are wandering over to the box of triscuits. i’m. not. even. HUNGRY.

someone help me. how do i curb these cravings?

oh, yeah. and gym at least once a week? fail. how can i gym it when i’m bogged down by all this excess salty snack weight?



endorphins make you happy!

i’m so proud of myself it makes me wanna puke:
i went to the gym last night. for two hours (ish).

and i rocked. (well, i rocked harder than most out-of-shape, slightly round, lazy lil ladies out there.) i ran, i biked (i hate biking), i stretched. and THEN i sweated out all my toxins in the sauna.

and i loved it. (literally — cloud nine all night, which is saying a lot considering the funk i was in the rest of the day because of the rain.)

and i plan to go back tonight. as a reformed tomboy/athlete, i always forget how much i enjoy the overwhelming serenity of a good workout. again, if i just put it out there on the internet, i now have some form of accountability.

on that note, day four of no fast food. amber and i have joined together in the fight against chik fil a. (restaurants with no drive-thru’s don’t count.)



if i say it on the internet, i guess i have to do it…

… i’m going to the gym tonight.

i’m going to the gym tonight, and i’m going to like it. i’m going to run, i’m going to sweat, and i’m going to make my muscles scream at me.

and i’m going to start going three times a week at least once a week.

and i’m going to forget chik fil a exists.

and if the Caps win tonight (WHEN! WHEN the Caps win tonight!) and my roommate tries to get me to go out drinking to celebrate, i’m not going to do it.

i’m not going to drink and i’m going to the gym and i’m no longer eating chikin and i’m going to like my decision on all counts.

there. i said it. so now i gotta do it.