After starting my day off with a little home organization and a run, I was feeling pretty good about myself. The weather was gorgeous and I felt happy to be able to spend time outside instead of at a computer desk. But then, while I was on my run, I lost my house key. Add in an extra hour and a half of retracing my steps, to no avail, and another half hour waiting for my parents to come with the spare keys and let me in, and my morning was shot. I did some backyard yoga while I waited for my parents to bail me out, though, which was lovely, and when they did arrive, they not only let me in to my house, but they brought me an amp and two speakers, mowed my lawn, and fixed my gate. Excellent. Apparently I should get locked out of the house more often.
After showering and getting dressed, I walked over to April’s house and we made our way down to the annual Osborne Street Festival. Always fun, and always packed with drunken, sunburned people, we had a good time. Highlights included the reptile “garden” (a trailer filled with glass tanks of snakes and lizards) at which you could have your photo taken with a huge albino python of some kind; Emma’s Michael Jackson impression; checking out the inside of a fire truck; and the people watching…oh the people watching. Five beers and half a plate of nachos later, and I was ready to pack it in. I couldn’t be bothered to stay for the fireworks, so I took a cue from Meghan’s daughter (“Mom, I have daycare in the morning!”) and left around 10:30pm to go home and watch Arrested Development on the couch before passing out in my freshly cleaned sheets.
I love sunny days.
