So we ate out.  And then accidentally did the wrong workout.  This wouldn't be such a big deal, but my husband is neurotic as fuck and can't tolerate making mistakes like that.  It was actually my fault.  I was touching him (not like that!) while he was setting up the video. :)  So we did a super-easy Month 1 Recovery workout instead of the Month 2 Cardio Recovery.  And now, tonight, we've got to do the exercise for today and the workout we ought to have done yesterday.  I keep telling myself that it's worth it and, if people keep looking at me like they did last night, I'll believe it.

I was approached by one of my friends today about bailing on them for Thirsty Thursdays and Happy Hours.  She asked about my reasons for not coming out.  I explained that most of it was due to the alcohol, the not wanting to drink.  And a lot of it is.  Also, that I don't like to change my routine.  I like knowing exactly what I'm doing and when.  And that I don't like going to hang out with people that are just going to bitch at me for not hanging out with them more.  Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

I have to give her credit though.  Since I shot down weekday drinkfests, she asked what I would rather do.  And I appreciated her asking.  I haven't been as close to her since I changed jobs, so that meant a lot to me.  I thought my answers were pretty spot-on:  I want to do things.  Cook out, kayak, go to the beach.  I couldn't phrase it for her, but I want to do things that we'll remember rather than throwing money at some lost brain cells.