~Friday~ Today I was grateful to have some flexibility in my work schedule that allowed me to run to Durham to take Robert to the airport for his late-morning flight. Safe travels, my sweet!
I had lunch with the office gang: Vanessa, Jen, Justin Jason, Garrison, and Nick. We ate at [the most decadent] Red Robin, where I had the:
I had it with all those ingredients on it; the “x” is there to allow you to uncheck that item when calculating the nutrition information, if you didn’t have that particular item. “So what did that nutritional information come out to?” you ask.
And yes, that’s just for the burger. “Did I have some of their ‘unlimited’ fries?” you wonder. Oh yes. Let’s see the damage that did:
And they don’t say how many fries they consider to be a “serving,” meaning the total calorie count is really 434 calories more if I ate two servings, which is quite likely.
I don’t understand why so many Americans are overweight. I mean I had a Diet Coke with it.1
I continue to adore Adele and her music, and was pleased to come across this video of another one of her songs:
I love both watching and listening to her.
I stopped to get a haircut on the way home, where I learned that Latoya has stopped working at my Great Clips. I really need to learn (and remember) the name of the lady that cut my hair, as I like her, and I was happy that out of four stylists taking people in the order they came in, it worked out that I got her.
She’s the same one—who isn’t deaf or blind—but didn’t know I was gay, a couple of visits back. Evidently, she remembered, because once she started cutting my hair, she said, “I was thinking of you the other day when I heard about the news in New York.”
I didn’t want to rain on her parade, but I told her: “Marriage is not an institution to which I aspire, but I am happy for those gay couples who do aspire to it—they can now participate in it like all the other suckers since time immemorial.”
Back at the house, I waffled about going to the gym. My dilemma was that I couldn’t go without washing my hair first (after just being cut), but I didn’t want to have to take two showers so close together, as I definitely would’ve had to take another one after the gym.
At 7:00, I lay down on my bed—laying a bath towel over my pillows to keep the hair off them—to wrestle with said dilemma, and when I woke up at 9:00 it was no longer an issue, since the gym closes at 9:00 on Friday nights.
At about 9:30, I fell back asleep and slept through the night.
1That was just for comedic effect. I actually had water with lemon.