Say my name, bitch!

Last night, it was almost as if Eric knew that I'd just written a blog post on how horribly lowbrow I am, and sought to drive that point home. Of course, he doesn't read my blog, so it was just a coincidence.

The only lesson I will ever need. It brought me to Eric. 

We wanted to watch a movie, and Eric suggested American Reunion. In high school, I probably saw American Pie at least 600 times, so my night was made right there. 

Or so I thought. Things got better.

There was a part in the movie where Chris has a poster of a fake reality celebrity dance show (don't worry, I won't give away any important plot points). He walks by it, and you can see it for like half a second, and yet Eric's keen powers of observation noticed who was on it.

This guy.

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.

If you don't know who that is, for God's sake put down the New York Times and start wasting some time on youtube.

We completely lost our minds when we saw his cameo, we were so excited. Shortly after, I remembered that I never told Eric that one of the best local self serve frozen yogurt places finally opened a location only 2 miles away from us. He was furious that I'd gone nearly 24 hours keeping this knowledge to myself, and demanded we pause the movie and go there without delay.

It's extremely rare that anyone, ever, can eat more dessert than me, but Eric managed that nearly impossible feat last night. The who - eats - more - dessert score is now 2,374 to 1. I googled "how many days in 6.5 years" rather than get out a calculator to do the math.

For the record, I got the smallest size cup they had, which was still huge, but it looked tiny compared to his, so I felt all dainty as though I ate like a bird. 

After the movie, I demanded that we watch the original. It went past 10pm, and I only fell asleep maybe 3 or 4 times.

I was exhausted from having to get up at the ass crack of dawn all weekend to beat the heat, so I slept in nice and late this morning. I thought I majorly screwed myself with running, especially since I need at least several months to recover from the boredom of the treadmill before I can attempt that again. Little did I know the weather app on my phone had a wonderful surprise in store for me.

I don't even remember the last time I ran when it was under 80 degrees - oh wait, I do, it was in California, where I was much faster. The 86% humidity, not as good, but I'll take what I can get.

My legs were feeling totally dead. It's probably time for a rest day, but I'm trying really hard to save it for this weekend when I plan on doing some partying. I haven't run in my neighborhood (other than yesterday) for 2 weeks or so, and I somehow already forgot how torturous the hills are. 

Do you share desserts? I seriously do not. Even doing the "let's each get one and have half of each so we can try two" is risky with me. You know the episode of Friends where JOEY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD? That's so me. 

Does your significant other read your blog? Eric doesn't really understand why he should read about my day when he could just talk to me and hear about it, and I see his point. 

More importantly, do you know who that guy is? If not, please click the link.