It was the weekend before Easter. I went to visit my boyfriend in PA for a weekend filled with activities. I got to accompany him to his Graduate gala. I drowned myself with beer, then wine (terrible idea), while socializing with his other science buddies. It was a wonderful night. I would even say magical if I didn’t get sick.
The building was celebrating its opening, right across from the Steel Stacks. The view was sublime. The music catered to everyone, and it was low enough that we can carry out conversations. I danced and made a fool of myself as usual. I had the best time. I’m also happy Tyler looked presentable that evening. He wore pants, and there were no fake moustaches or a suit made of salmon.
The next morning we ran a 5k. From the windy weather to my drinking the night before, the race was not terrific. I was out of breath 15-20 minutes after the race. I was shivering, and I gladly told Tyler not to sign me up for any races where the temperature would be cooler than 60 degrees. It was 42, cold, windy and there were hills involved that day! I looked like I woke from the dead and did not look any better after running. Tyler won a medal. Good for him.