The auction is now two weeks out. But most of my time is being spent on Centennial anyway. It's difficult to squeeze 50 hours into four days. I think I made it to around 46 this week. And I've been using the treadmill and mini-tramp, although we haven't played any tennis for a week and a half. I have *really* cut back on the munching, that's for sure.
Now that 'Miami Vice' is in second run, we've seen it twice more (once through to the end). I really ended up loving it. Too bad it tanked, but whatever. I'm used to that.
Yesterday we went to Portland's Pirate Festival. $15 for adults and $8 for kids (2 and under free). Yikes. We had to spend mucho $$ when we got in, just to justify the cover. The event was held in my neck of the woods under the St. Johns Bridge at Cathedral Park, so it was quite the uphill hike to get out of there.
Was it worth the $15? Well, if we had taken our camera, I could have shared the wonderful costumes. But unless we had decided to go back last night and have some grog -- and we didn't -- I'd say no. I liked their signage, and we *loved* their vendors, but the lines for everything were ridiculous. And you couldn't get a good vantage point to see the battles on the beach. Anyway, we got Charlie a wonderful pirate hat for the auction. Now I still have to find my fedora.
We went to Kristen's house warming last night. Friday we had pedicures and ran into Ron, Ira and Brian at the Starbucks near the mall (which was kind of cool and stalkerish-freaky all at the same time).
The U.S. lost in Davis Cup to Russia. Roddick dropped the pivotal match 15-17 in the fifth set. Dude! So much for rubbers on clay . . .
The weather is now fabulous, the Indian summer we're famous for, gorgeous, warm, perfect. Today we have to play tennis no matter what else we do. I want to keep a little sun on my skin for as long as can. Am I stressed that I've only crossed one thing off my weekend TO DO list? A bit . . .