the heat is on
The summer heat that is.
If there was ever a time to declare summers arrival, now would be it.
Mr. B and I started our weekend with a Friday brunch at a local Cajun restaurant, Lucille’s. The last time we ate at Lucille’s was over two years ago when Listy was a few weeks pregnant. We were celebrating her 30th birthday and she had just informed Mr. B and I of her new little adventure the night before. Trying to keep it a secret, Max (her husband), order two regular Bloody Mary’s and one virgin. With the memo yet to be read A.C., he was confused when he went to pay for the drinks. He argued with the bartender stating that he had been mistaken and needed three regular Bloody Mary drinks, no virgin.
Well, that discussion lasted for about a minute and a half, and before Cook had a chance to raise his voice, Max politely informed his non-informed friend, “Hey, Listy is pregnant.” Cook looked confused, but replied, “Oh. That’s cool man.”
I love that story. Still cracks me up to this very day. We continued our reminiscing over sugary beingets, buttery drop biscuits, and poached eggs with red beans and rice that made me wish I was strolling through the French Quarter.
Saturday I was early to rise. I had a running date with Listy in Wash Park. Mission: 6 miles before the dreaded heat made his appearance for the day.
The park was busy, but in a cheerful, productive way. I’m starting to realize that running as the sun rises gives me a better outlook on life. I feel positive and better equipped to handle the craziness of the day ahead. 6 miles, check.