"Is that yogurt and almonds?"

"Yes ... I'm making a protein smoothie. *pause* Would you like one?"

"Yes I would! Thank you."

Pulls out all of the ingredients for said smoothie. Smoothie made. Thirty minutes elapse. Someone heads towards the kitchen sink with a half-glass of smoothie, a quasi-disgusted look on his face.

"You don't have like it you know."

"Um, I know." Chugging of smoothie ensues. "It just tastes ... kinda of strange."

"Well, it's tofu, soy milk and ..."

"WHAT?! Was that what I was drinking? Oh yuck!"

With the exception of work on Saturday, I was barely at my computer this weekend. Things started off with the Chicagoist anniversary party on Thursday, which made The Boy and I simultaneously nostalgic and glad that the responsibilities for coordinating such an event no longer fall to us. Putting together Chicagoist events used to account for a good percentage of our free time, time that we now spend watching TV and obsessing over work.

There were lunches with friends, dog beach for Glin, dinner and barbecues with assorted members of The Boy's family, drinks with my girlfriends (which included The Boy instructing them all on how to play Bags), and the Chicago Cares Serve-a-Thon.

I had such an amazing time, and even though we were a little overwhelmed by all of the paint fumes by day's end, we could not have been happier with what we were able to accomplish.

(Confidential to M. Wade: email me, would you? I'd like to thank you properly!)

But the best thing, probably out of an entire weekend of fun, was minutes after I explained to my girlfriends to fly right since my bosses were on our volunteer team, Candace thwacks John Cruickshank's arm with the water bottle she was absentmindedly tossing about as she told us all some story.

He didn't seem to mind, and I still have a job. He gave us both the thumb's up sign later on in the day so I'm not too worried. Still, next year I'm keeping Candace away from all water bottles and assorted objects.

Posted by Erin at 07:13 AM | filed under: Odds and ends