When I was equipping myself for my new bachelor life I bought the red can opener for $5.00. I’d considered the more substantial black one at $8.00 but figured, hell, how many cans do I ever open anyway?
So this morning I had it in my mind to make up a crockpot full of chili. I browned some ground beef and popped it in the pot. Diced up an onion and added it to the beef. Grabbed my can of pinto beans and the red opener…then encountered mission failure. The gear is stripped or something, all I know is no matter how I turned the handle, the lid was not being opened. Curses!
My solution was to detour from my river walk and pop into the PX for the opener I should have bought in the first place. Chili is cooking now, but I had to go four hours on high versus the preferred 8 hours on low. But enough of my #firstworldproblems.
Yesterday I had the honor to attend the wedding ceremony of Brian and Justina.
That’s me getting warmed up for the festivities with a refreshing tall glass of gin and soda…
I was also fortunate to escort Nuri and Sonja to the big event….
The happy couple…well, Brian looks like he’s going to the firing squad. But marriage is not that kind of death…
Friends of the groom. Poor guy…
After the ceremony dinner was served…
Brian all decked out for Phase II–the traditional Korean wedding rituals…
Anyway, it was a very nice wedding. Very formal and Christian. Which meant no alcohol on the tables and a long ass sermon (all in Korean). Other than that, no complaints.
There was an after party at Shenanigans in which I marginally participated. Meaning that I scored free drinks from the patio and drank them from my usual seat at the bar. Went home early and hit the sheets.
Up early this morning to no avail as the aforementioned chili plans were foiled by a faulty utensil. So I did laundry then headed for the river.
It was a pretty warm morning and I worked up a good sweat. But the air was clearer than it’s been in awhile.
These wildflowers were holding on for dear life…
And I walked across that oddly familiar bridge…
I was dragging ass by the time I got home…
And home I remain. Waiting on my chili…
UPDATE: Oh, yeah. Minus 3.4 pounds this week. That leaves me at 224.7. Dropped 44.5 pounds overall. When will the belly go away? Stay tuned!
re: “When will the belly go away?”
I’ve heard an old saw before: “The first place you gain it is the last place you lose it.” I have no idea whether there’s any science to back that bit of folk wisdom up, but if my own lack of aesthetic progress is any indication, there may be some biological truth to the saying.
Yeah, I’ve heard that too and I think it is probably right. I guess Plan B would involve weight training. Hell, If I build up my upper body to where my chest is bigger than my belly no one would notice the belly. That’s probably not going to happen though…
So you might have this to look forward to.
Scary!