A month ago, Pam arm wrestled Chitunga to convince him he needed to work with managers at the Windmill to get us a table to see the Bernadettes in Stratford. He worked his magic, we got a table, and we were able to eat before seeing the 60s/70s cover band.
Of course, my mind was on the 5K this morning and all I could think about was going to bed and getting some shut-eye.
Ginette, a CNY friend was in town with her daughter Melissa, and they joined us for the outing. I simply don't have the energy any longer for Friday nights past 9 p.m. - I'd much rather be on my couch drinking bourbon and preparing for bed. I'm too old for dinner, drinks and dancing on a Friday night.
But I must go. I need to stretch my muscles and run 3.1 miles at the beach. Let's hope the coffee kicks in soon.
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