First. 60 Minutes. The show, not the time. Yes it's something I totally remember watching as a kid at my grandparents every Sunday night while eating popcorn. So the fact that I realize that show isn't something most 30 year old's watch yet I still do, sets me apart in nerd city off the bat. It sure does TiVo at my house every Sunday night. That said, I don't usually watch it, Ed does. But once in awhile something on it interests me.
However, last night? LAST NIGHT, the show was pretty much dedicated to Alec Baldwin. It was about 9:30p when I discovered that fact and Ed refused to let me watch, because he knew I would have to pause and back it up a bajillion times to not miss a single second (oh, because in case you haven't heard yet, i have a thing for alec). The good news is, besides going to spin class, I have nothing to do (since I'm being a scrooge this year) tonight. So I sure am setting aside an hour and a half of my evening (just in case i need to pause and rewind 80 times) for some quality time with Mr. Baldwin. And yes, I am very aware he is a total a-hole in real life. I just don't care.
Second. I had to have had the most horrendous experience today involving my gym bag. I went to yoga over my lunch break and since I was in a huge hurry, I threw my car keys randomly into my bag, instead of putting them in a pocket (yes this is relevant). I go to yoga, go back to the locker room and change and have the frightening thought that I didn't get my keys from my car (if you know me at all, it has happened maybe once or twice in my life....chirp.....). So I stopped at the entrance of the gym, plopped my gym bag down on a chair in front of a huge glass window in front of the 'family' area where kids are enjoying some Foosball and start digging through my bag to find my keys. First off, my sports bra flies out landing smack on the chair, the man sitting in the chair next to me enjoyed that I'm sure.
That was nothing. So I reach down to the bottom of my bag and feel something wet and squishy. Gross. So being the brilliant person I am, instead of moving on and grabbing my keys I'm all....ohhhh what's that? Thinking maybe somehow my swim cap that's in there got wet. Well.... it wasn't my swim cap. After shoving my hand down full force and feeling my fingers mame some squishy mass, I pull it out, and it's a banana. Yeah, doesn't seem so gross right? Well. It was 100% black. And the fact that I didn't KNOW at first it was a banana, should tell you how old it was.
PEOPLE. I KNOW I haven't put a banana in my gym bag for at least a month, probably more like two. That means I squished my hand into a two month old smelly black banana, in front of about 20 people. I can't even begin to describe how disgusting it looked and smelled. And clearly I have no shame since I'm sharing this story on my blog. Because gross. Who leaves a banana in their gym bag for two months?!
The lesson here is this, if you are going to put a banana in your gym bag, I highly suggest writing all over your arm in a black sharpie that you have a banana in your bag. I now don't even have an appetite. The smell of that alone is going to stay with me for about two days. How am I supposed to eat delicious beef for dinner if I don't have an appetite? This is very tragic.
Merry Christmas Week!