I had a great time in Houston (on Friday night, anyway). It was good to see my friends again. The trip down there and back would have been a LOT better had I gone alone, though. The people I went with were not exactly the most hygiene-conscious types in the world. Ugh. And I was allergic to something in their car.

We went out and saw this really great show at the bar on Friday and stayed out until 4 AM. That was sooo much fun. We decided to do the salsa dancing on Saturday but, when we got up Saturday afternoon, my friend was just spent from the night before and couldn't do it again. I was bummed. Then, she decided she wanted to spend a few hours on Saturday shopping. I HATE shopping and she is the type that has to touch EVERYTHING. So, it wasn't so much fun on Saturday. She just turned 51 last month and is struggling with hot flashes. I felt bad for her. I know I will be there before I know it.

I've still been doing well with the running and, to a lesser extent, the food. My weight is still the same. No movement in over a month. I went to the bar last night to have a few drinks with a friend. Then I stayed when he left and had a few more. Didn't want to come home to this quiet, empty place. I've got beer-bloat now. Ugh. I'm done drinking for a while. Had enough. My son will be home either Thursday or Friday and I am not even going to buy anymore beer when he gets here. Gotta get my life back in order.