Started going to the gym again...muscles are being punished.

Yes. Finally. Back to the gym, which is a good thing because I tend to let myself off the hook as it is. Actually paying for a membership for a gym right around the corner on the way to the subway is my kick in the pants to actually use it. Now, I can get back to eating anything and everything without as much regard.

Got the Kölsch glass home in 1 piece instead of hundreds.

I think I was on my 7th or so drink of the night so, I have to admit that the Kölsch didn't go down as smoothly as any other previous experience with the beverage I'd had. Either way, I mentioned to J. I liked the glass, but didn't want it to end up in 100 or more pieces in my bag so he swiped it from my hand, and put it away in his pocket asking 'What glass?' Certainly. We headed over to Manitoba for another pint (Brooklyn Lager goes down easier than Kölsch...what has become of me?) and after explaining the plastic bottle of brandy in J's pocket, he remember the glass in the other pocket...it made it home, but just barely. The first thing I did when I got home was just drop my purse on the floor. Brilliant. The glass survived. Rejoice!

Just met Jamie Oliver. Brilliant! However I will still only collect his cookbooks for the pictures and not for the use of cooking.

Oh yes. Jamie Oliver. Love him. Love his books. Love his shows. I made my college roommate sick watching the Naked Chef series. If you've watched them you know the camera work was a little 'Blair Witch Project' esque. Jamie was just walking through the green market in Union Square with what seemed to be a publicist and another coworker, perhaps. So, I started digging around my bag with one hand while walking up to the publicist and asked if I could get a photo. I kind of feel like a moron now since I didn't really say much to him. What was I going to say, 'I love you, your shows and your books!' ? Um, no. Not cool. Well, the publicist took my camera and somehow turned it off so Jamie and I stood there like buddies staring at her. I figured what had happened and turned the camera back on. Anyway, shot taken. So, I was even uncooler and just said 'thanks'... Next time I run into Jamie, I'll tell him I love everything he does.