I must have been channeling my 28 year old self that I wrote about in my last post because I stayed out until 2am last night. I seriously can’t tell you the last time that happened. It’s probably been years. A co-worker invited me and Jason out to dinner/drinks with some of her friends. We ended up at the Olde Blind Dog in Brookhaven. It was okay; it sort of reminded us of the Irish bar in New York, New York in Vegas.
This morning, I slept in until 11. Also something that hasn’t happened in years. Despite going out so late last night, I paced myself pretty well and drank lots of water, so I felt fine this morning. Originally, Jason and I planned to hike up Stone Mountain, but it was super humid out so we decided to take Murphy to the dog park instead.
Good thing about dogs is that they don’t mind if you post bad pictures of them on the internet. This picture cracked us up. Murphy, are you smoking something back there?
Murphy had fun at the park. He sniffed some butts…
chased some dogs…
and peed about 500 times.
Murphy was actually on his best behavior for some reason. He can be really, really hyper at the dog park and likes to chase other dogs and bite their butts. He’s playing, but the owners aren’t usually too thrilled. Fortunately, there was minimal butt bitting this afternoon.
We stayed at the park for about an hour. There were scary looking rain clouds, but the rain stayed away.
Murphy was sufficiently worn out. Apparently, walking to the car took too much effort. This was mid-walk.
It wasn’t the exercise that hiking up a mountain would have been, but it was a nice afternoon trip anyway. And I’m still shocked that I stayed out until 2 am.