Picky and Healthy

My Olympics watching has been going swimingly (that’s a pun). It’s pretty much all I’ve done this weekend. I’ve discovered a love of team archery and kayaking, remembered how much I hate basketball and beach volleyball, and have been religiously keeping up with the swimming.

Friday night, for the opening ceremony, my roommate Mary and I had her friend/my coworker and his boyfriend over to watch. We got burgers and drank dry grape ginger ale and vodka. Saturday night Mary and I had dry grape ginger ale and gin. I think I might have preferred the gin.

This past Thursday I was supposed to go watch Clueless in Brooklyn Bridge Park with my former officemate. Unfortunately the weather was awful and they cancelled it. So we watched Clueless in her apartment, with sandwiches, salt and vinegar potato salad, cupcakes, and Bud Light. A classy night was had by all. I highly recommend making the potato salad. I halved the recipe and had plenty for me and Amy and then leftovers the last few days.

We had 2.5 days of meetings at work this past week to talk about our spring 13 lineup. We’re doing a book on knots with Philippe Petit who came into the office to do a demonstration. It was very interesting and he was absolutely lovely.

I’ve been to kickboxing for three straight days. Friday’s class was terrible, my heart just wasn’t in it and I kept beating myself up (figuratively, not literally). Yesterday was better, but still not great. Today, with a new instructor, it was amazing. I guess everyone has their ups and downs. On my way to kickboxing I walk over the Gowanus Canal, which is a superfund site, and today there was a layer of oil floating on top of the water. Kind of pretty, but obviously really awful.

I bought this ice pop on my way home from kickboxing. I was not a fan. I think going for a “creamy” pop was the wrong choice. I ate a little and then put it in my freezer, we’ll see if I ever revisit it.

Finally, I bought these zinnias from the Greenmarket on Friday. They’re pretty, but very high maintenance. I swear the woman who sold them to me told me to add sugar and bleach to the water. I added some sugar (bleach just seemed ridiculous), but by Saturday morning they weren’t looking good. So I chucked the water, rinsed out of the vase, and trimmed the stems. Sunday afternoon they were again not looking good so I did it all over again. Here’s hoping they last another day or two.