My body is a waste-land

What a FUN weekend trip to the west coast.  And by fun, I mean booze-filled.  I was drunkface this weekend, and now I feel like I’ve been dragged home from CA.  I arrived on Friday afternoon, and before I knew it, Sunday morning came and I was heading back to NYC.  This is the view from the world’s smallest plane hang-glider I was forced to take to and from SFO.  All the Xanax in Britney’s purse couldn’t have calmed me enough for this.

Propellers?  Uhhh…I prefer the JetBlue air buses, thank you very much.  Has anyone else ever taken these things?  As far as I’m concerned, moving you around to “redistribute weight” has GOT to be a sign the plane is too small.  I was cramped and gripping the armrests as if my life depended on it.  Private jetting with P Diddy?  Not so much…

My photos are nonsense by the way, so I’ll edit, and/or delete as appropriate for a food blog

I had way too many B minuses (multiply the above photo by a LOT)…followed by a bar stashed in the clutch (I’m sure the makers of Clif bars would be thrilled to know their product fueled my drunk ass ‘til the early morning hours).

Since I seriously got my drank on, the next morning day was pretty much recovery mode. 

Pita Pit supplied the proper grub for this: hummus + falafel + pita = love.

I asked for extra hummus on the side and devoured it in record speed.  In my hung-over stupor, I completely forgot to get a picture, but fortunately, Kyle snapped a pic on his phone, since he’s the perfect fiancé he knew my mind was still operating on a BAC of 0.1 (bad food blogger, Elise!). 

The day was mostly filled with random errands for the wedding (Kyle was a groomsman) along with some napping, showering, fooding, and wandering around downtown Chico. 

I managed to track down a Natural Foods store (my first experience at a Co-op), and bought the following:

Most of these goodies were supposed to be my plane snacks for the next day, but I have little (ok, no) self control, and a few disappeared into my belly before the flights.

Goddess Bar with seeds and nuts and chocolate, oh MY!!

Oregon Fruit and Nut Trail Mix with MASSIVE peanut butter/chocolate chips [insert HOLY YUM here] and candied almonds, salted peanuts, salted cashews, raisins and dried pineapple.  I bought 1.5 pounds, and ate well over half before the wedding on Saturday night.

I think it’s safe to say I got my fill of booze and nuts this weekend. 

At the wedding I danced the night away in 4 inch stilettos, so I think that counts for something?

There were some AWESOME parts of the evening – definitely worth mentioning, including the best man fainting after the groom’s vows, and the groom leaving his bride in the aisle after her father “gave her away.”  But Kyle’s Usher-like moves on the dance floor were far and away the highlight of the night.  My man’s got SKILLZ   Of course the bride and groom were GORG, too.

Drunk eating Late night snacking was v. necessary. 

Kyle will KILL me for posting this.  Ha ha.

We left early the next day (not without hitting up the bucks first, though).  After a looooooong day of traveling, we finally arrived home to the most amaze surprise evah.  New AC!

I heart our building’s staff; and our brilliant land lord, George, hooked it up once again.  I told him before I left for the weekend that our AC wasn’t keeping the place very cool, but I NEVER expected him to get us entirely new AC units in the living room AND bedroom.  WOW.  I’m in love. 

Even though it was nearly 1 am and I felt like ca-ca, I still consumed a family-sized bag of pretzels and a bowl of blueberries before I hit the sack. 

And now, rather than lament on the (unpictured) pounds and pounds of crap that went into my mouth this weekend, and the complete hiatus I have taken from all forms of exercise, I shall simply bid you all adieu and focus on the future.  I need to clean up shop.  My body is NOT a wonder-land.

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