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Birthday Goodness

So, the birthday was good. Really good.

I took the day off work and slept in, continuing my long-standing tradition of never working or going to school on my birthday. When I woke up, hubs had already made a trip to Publix for some groceries (I love when I don’t have to grocery shop) and then he brought me breakfast.

Hubs never calls me Paula, so it’s weird to see my name on the cake. That’s a chocolate chip cookie cake with a layer of frosting in the middle. If you think there’s too much frosting, then we just can’t be friends anymore. Or, we can be friends and you can give me all your extra frosting. Yes. That sounds like the right thing to do.

Speaking of that cake, I’m not proud of what I did.

I am not exaggerating –  I ate that all in one day. Hubs had two small bites. When he saw the cake later that night (because apparently he has self control and wasn’t hovering over it all day), he said, “this is why we can’t have sweets in the house.”

After I had my way with the cookie cake, the presents started rolling in. I’m going to assume there was no hidden meaning when the cake was immediately followed by a new pair of Crossfit shoes and running shoes with a note that said, “Use these, fatty.”  < — part of that sentence may be false

I got pink New Balance Vibrams for Crossfit. Super cute.

And Brooks Glycerin 10’s for running.

I can’t believe hubs bought me something that has to do with running. Ahhh. #love

I tried on the 11s and they felt super weird compared to the 10s. I didn’t like the look of the 10s on the shelf but loved them on my feet. Since they didn’t feel any different than the Ghost 5s (which I currently wear), I decided to take a chance on a new style (a.k.a, there could still be a bitchy post about them later on, but I’m pretty sure I’ll like them). I’ve been eyeing new running shoes for awhile now, so I’m excited to try these out.

Ok, slight detour there. Let’s get back to birthday stuff. After gifts, the foodapalooza of things I don’t normally eat started and went on all weekend. Like, this Reuben from 903 Mills Market. (That place is amazing if you live in Orlando.)

See how I got the thousand island on the side? That makes it healthy.

There was also pizza from Ale House which is mostly a seafood restaurant, but we went there specifically for pizza. That’s when you’ve hit rock bottom, my friends. When you just pick the closest restaurant you know of with pizza.

It was still delicious. There were also steak quesadillas, a bacon cheeseburger, fried cheesy jalapenos, tater tots, and nachos that all went unpictured because they were covered in my shame.

Ok, so the birthday festivities started at Mucho. Mucho is a Mexican restaurant/bar that I frequent because they have my favorite drink in the land. If you come to visit me, I will take you there, but you will probably have to drive me home.

Lisa (the BFF), moi, and Janice while I was still coherent.

There were so many friends I didn’t get a picture of that came out to help celebrate, but I guess not thinking about pictures is a sign that I had a good time. I did manage to get one of Michelle who decided that I was more important than her baby and made her first sans-baby appearance. Smile

After Mucho closed, I really wanted to go next door to The Abbey, but they were booked for a special event. The Abbey usually hosts small concerts, plays, and private parties, but late at night on the weekends, they open the bar to the public. The place has good music and really cheap drinks, especially for being downtown, so I was bummed we couldn’t get in. Little did I know my friend, Greg, went next door, noticed the party was dead, and talked the host into letting 15 of us in. So, we ended up crashing someone else’s private party.


That’s Greg, charmer extraordinaire. I swear he can talk people into anything. He is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Teri (on the left) is lucky to have snatched him up. (Ok, she’s not bad herself.)

Did I mention it was a masquerade party? We were slightly under-dressed.

The girl in the costume was celebrating her and her fiance’s mutual June birthdays and their engagement. I can’t even tell you how many times I thanked her for letting us join the party. I even donated money to her face-painting friend that was raising money for some important charity that I can’t remember, like Lonely Kittens Against being Lonely.

The next day, when I looked at the pictures on my camera, I was a little bummed that hubs and I didn’t have any together. At least, I thought we didn’t until I found our only commemorative birthday picture posted by our friend on Facebook.

Yep. That’s about right.

So basically, I had a fabulous birthday hanging out with good friends and strangers dressed like Downton Abbey. Then it took me two full days to recover which has never happened before.

I am officially old.


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Offensive Fruit

Is there a Guinness Record for getting the most people in a picture by extending your arm? Because if there’s not, I think there should be. And I think it should go to me.


Last night, Michelle picked me up and we headed downtown to meet up with our blogger friends in celebration of Momjovi’s and Victoria’s birthday.

First, we had dinner at Ceviché where I failed to take a picture of anything I ate and then tried to ruin other people’s pictures because if I can’t have pictures…neither can anyone else.

(Picture stolen from Michelle)

Ceviché is a tapas restaurant, so everything on the menu is appetizer size. We all shared a bunch of different plates and everyone (except me) shared a pitcher of sangria.

(Me, Katy, and Momjovi)

I ordered my current favorite – Crowne and Diet Coke with lime. I’m pretty sure I offended the waiter with that order because when he brought the drink, he told me – for 5 minutes – that Canadians (?) think it’s rude to put fruit in Crowne (a Canadian whiskey). I made sure to order 2 more just like it.

After defiling drinks with fruit at Ceviche, we headed over to Ember where Michelle and I probably offended someone in Mexico by ordering lemon with our Patron instead of lime.

(From the left – Victoria, Andrea, Me, Michelle, and Momjovi)

Why does Windows Live Writer underline “Momjovi” like it’s spelled wrong? That’s a real word. Anyway, we hung out at Ember for awhile until we decided to move on.

     (Picture stolen from Michelle)

I got a text from hubs that he was downtown with our friend Klainie. So, we left Ember and walked about 80 miles to The Abbey where they were hanging out.

(Yep, Michelle’s picture again)

Let me just say, you know you talk about blogs too much to your husband when you have to introduce people as “Momjovi” or the “Running Peanut” instead of using their real names.

By the time we got to The Abbey, I was done with shots and on to water, but Klainie and hubs had a shot that they really seemed to enjoy. And by enjoy, I mean not enjoy at all.

We stayed at The Abbey for a little while but it was getting late and we were all getting tired, so most of us called it a night. I had a great time and don’t get to see those ladies often enough.

On the way home, hubs, Klainie, and I stopped at Pom Pom’s, a teahouse and café that specializes in making food as unhealthy and delicious as possible.

(That’s Klainie’s “Danny” – a Potato Pancake with Ginger Cranberry Chutney, Almonds, Brie, Red Onions & Apples)

I had “The Low Rider” sandwich with avocado, black beans, Mexican salsa, turkey & cream cheese. Sounded good, but it was terrible so I only ate half. And only because I was starving. When we finally got home, I attacked a box of Kellogg’s Krave cereal. Have you tried that before? Because I’m warning you now…don’t do it. It’s impossible to stop eating.

Today, I’ve spent most of the day moping on the couch regretting everything I ate and drank last night. I have a gift where I can eat well all week and then I eat and drink like the world is ending on the weekends. I wouldn’t mind if it were an occasional thing. But it’s not. It’s an every weekend thing. A 7 mile treadmill run made me feel better, but now I’m back to moping and searching the couch for any uneaten cereal I might have missed last night.


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The Spanking Spoon

Quick note: I’ve been getting a lot of questions about Burning Man so I thought I’d do a Q and A post. If you have any questions, feel free to ask in a comment on this post, or on the blog’s Facebook page, or by email (eatwatchrun@gmail.com)

Last night, Lisa, hubs and I went out to celebrate our friend Teri’s birthday. Let’s say it was her 29th birthday. Yeah. 29. First stop of the night was dinner at RanGetsu, a trendy Japanese restaurant in Winter Park.

First thing I noticed on the menu…

I’m pretty sure I consume more than 38 calories licking my lips, so I was sure the menu was missing a 2 in front of the 38. So, we looked up Tyku Liquor and turns out it is vodka that is half the calories of regular vodka. This may be a vodka game changer. I’ll have 15 mojitos, please.


For an appetizer, Lisa and I shared some Spiced Edamame, which was really good.

And for dinner, I had the Shrimp BLT Roll and the Kobe Roll. I didn’t like either of them.

Hubs had the Kobe Roll as well and the Eel Volcano Roll. He didn’t like either of them.

We were really disappointed with the place, especially since it wasn’t cheap. We were even more disappointed that we didn’t get the Teriyaki Mahi-Mahi that Lisa ordered, because it was so much better than what we got. So we picked off her plate.

Our next stop was The Abbey, a bar downtown.

When we got there, a wedding party had just ended so we had the place to ourselves for a little while.

The birthday girl.

Nicely photo-bombed, Mike.

The birthday girl’s main man, Greg. Do you think he looks like William Hurt?

We should find out if there’s casting for William Hurt’s brother in a new movie. Don’t forget the little people if this blog post leads to your first million, Greg.

Teri brought out her own spanking paddle (which is totally normal), a Kool-Aid mixing spoon.

The spoon got around.

We had a lot of fun hanging out until last call. The Abbey is a really chill place and they had a really great singer playing acoustic covers.

Earlier in the day, hubs and I went to see Contagion. It was really disappointing (wait for video!), but now I can thank that movie for making me nice and paranoid. I noticed this on the counter as I was paying the bill.

Screw community peanuts. I didn’t even add that word to the picture. It was already there.

Now, I’m going to go bathe in anti-bacterial gel and get ready for the True Blood season finale.


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