Party on Wayne

Well tis the season for holiday parties!  Friday night was dinner with the Reeves and a celebratory drink at Circa for Mark Konter's birthday.  Circa became very crowded, so I dragged Breton out before things got too rowdy.  7 months and bar-hopping?  Stay classy A.

Saturday night was Dana and Russ's annual White Elephant throw down.  WOW - amazing soiree - we had a blast.  Bret came home with a pink Christmas tree and I was bestowed a wall-mount guitar clock.  It's going to look great in Baby Bell's room. 

This morning, I swam for the first time since I can remember.  It was tough - muscles pulling a lot - but I managed a good 50 minutes in the water while listening to a fantastic This American Life on my rockin' SwimP3.  Also, a big thanks to one of my clients for giving me a very old one piece.  She used to wear it when she was 20lbs heavier.  It makes me happy that I helped her lose the weight - but isn't it bizarre that I'm now the one fitting into it?

Weight is holding at 135lbs. My sciatic nerve on my left side is killing me.  I look like a freakin' torpedo.  Check it out: