I’m Back

November 28, 2011 · 30 comments

I had a busy, busy Thanksgiving.

I had a certain audio book entertaining me for the ride to New Jersey on Tuesday night…

(read: obsessed.)

I know I’m late in the game, but all of you were right. The Hunger Games is amazing. I’m a little more than halfway finished the first book, and I have been hooked from the first ten minutes.

It may have been the soundtrack to my 10 mile run yesterday.

Anyway, after a 6 hour drive in crazy a downpour, I arrived to see this smiling face I have missed so much.

We had the best girly day on Wednesday one could hope for. We shopped at our old mall (did you know the mall where we grew up shopping was the first indoor mall?) before hitting our old local salon for some pampering. While Mag got her hair cut and colored, I decided I needed a shellac manicure and a spa pedicure.

My toesies are teal, in case you’re curious. I won’t indulge you with pictures.

After another delicious home-cooked meal (gosh, I’ve missed those), we headed out for Thanksgiving Eve. Our local bar was packed with an overwhelming amount of old classmates, and I can’t even put into words how excited I was to see everyone again.

You see, when I left New Jersey for college, my parents moved to North Carolina. I’ve spent 5 years jealously pouting at pictures of everyone reuniting every Thanksgiving Eve since the move, and I was p-s-y-c-h-e-d to finally get to be a part of things.

Clearly, I come from an extremely diverse part of South Jerz.

There were fist-pumps. We are from New Jersey.

Maggie and I woke up and ran an awesome hungover 5k Turkey Trot.

Remember the torrential downpour I drove through on my way to NJ? Well, apparently that made our 5k route really fantastic.

“OUTTA MY WAY SUCKAS.”

And by really fantastic, I mean my beloved new shoes now look like this.

womp womp.

We dodged, skipped, hopped, and navigated through the mud. It’s a great thing neither of us were going for a PR, because I’m pretty sure my body told me that would be a stupid idea around mile .8.

We finished. And the race was ghetto enough that we weren’t even given our times. You know I’ll be hanging that Turkey ribbon on my medal hanger, though.

Wanna know what we did for the rest of Turkey Day?

Drank the above mimosas. Ate a butt ton of hummus and carrots and pita chips. Slept for two hours. Woke up, showered, and ate an amazing Thanksgiving dinner.

A pretty stellar holiday for the books.

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