Let your sexy starfish out

I came home from work Friday to find a note under our door notifying us of an apartment inspection Monday. Loverly. I knew it would happen at some point. It's the city's way of cracking down on slumlords so I support it the idea I just hate having strangers in my apartment. Now I have to clean and tackle Mt. Laundry.

I stayed in Friday night and watched House of Cards while consuming a calzone bigger than my head. I did yoga Saturday morning so I'm going to pretend that cancels out the calzone. I've been trying to be more consistent with my yoga practice since I think it does help my pelvic pain. It also helps me feel less like a blob so that's good. I wish I could work out like a beast but my body just can't handle that right now - more specifically my bladder. If I do too much I get horrible pain and spasms and my frequency increases. So yoga it is and hopefully more walking when winter finally releases us from its icy clutches. I've been around 149-150 for a while and I really want to get down to 140.

Last night I went to the Green Briar and remembered to bring my digital camera to capture all the Kodak moments. The discussion of the night was how do starfish have sex. Germana and I demonstrate below.

But them maybe it's like this?

Starfish orgy.

It turns out starfish can reproduce sexually and asexually depending on the type of starfish.

This dude saw me taking photos and wanted to be involved. Can you blame him?

My winter white is still going strong. I really like this photo of us, I should print it and stick it in a barf inducing frame with hearts.

I hope your weekend was as fun as mine and if not I covered for you last night.

Triv-i-aaaaaaaaaaa

I'm stealing a tradition from my BFF Melissa. Melissa had a photo blog and she would always take a photo of the dispensers in the woman's bathrooms in bars. I am taking on the task of photographing the dispensers in bathrooms. I do this in honor of you Melissa. You are dead to me now that you've moved to Colorado. JK you're dead to me because you don't blog anymore. I find it amusing that they always have the bar's name on it. Is anyone going to steal the dispenser? This is also way over priced. No one is going to pay $1.00 for a condom. Make that shit free if you want to prevent babies.

After trivia (which we lost) Derek and I tried to catch the bus but then realized the bus was not coming for a long time. It was very windy and things got very dramatic.

Germana is too cool for me. She should have dumped me back in 1997.

We had to go back to the Green Briar since our bus was not coming forever. This was not the worst thing in the world.

So we hung out with our friends a little longer. Someone working at the Briar came over and told us we under paid. Um what? We paid with three credit cards and I wrote on the check to put the remainder on my card. I'm not the best at math but this does not add up. When we got a copy of the receipt it showed two credit cards and cash which is funny because no one paid in cash. So my card is probably going to be billed something way over the amount I owe.

Hey but trivia was fun and I learned no one really cares about the Beach Boys.