The weekend was absolutely, without-a-doubt, one of the busiest weekends I’ve had in forevs. I say that all the time, but I totally mean it this time.
Anyhoo, so Friday night, I taught a Zumba ® Fitness party with two other fancy ladies, and we had an absolute blast. I mean, I completely overdid it in the cardio department, but it was so nice to catch up with the other teachers. The last time I saw them was at my wedding in August, so SO worth it.
After that, I headed home, and Austin and I decided to call it a night by watching a Disney movie, so we caught The Hunchback of Notre Dame on NetFlix.
Can we talk for a second about how screwed-up that movie is?
To be fair to Victor Hugo, the book ain’t no binder full of knock-knock jokes, but that is one screwed tale, and I’m not sure how or why my parents allowed me to watch it as a child. A few highlights?
- Referring to someone as a hunchback in general is not really encouraged.
- When Frollo murks Quasimodo’s mother and then tries to throw Quasimodo in the well.
- When the crowd tortures Quasimodo.
- When Frollo is racist the entire movie.
- When Frollo gets creepily obsessed with Esmerelda and sings an entire song about simultaneously wanting to have sex with her but feeling conflicted since he’s so racist against her people.
Those are just a few highlights. But seriously, go back and watch it. It’s SO creepy.
The craziest, then funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life…
So Saturday night, I was able to convince my sweet husband to take me out to sushi, and then we met some friends for drinks. Driving around downtown, we saw this Santa bar crawl – so a TON of folks dressed up as Santa, drinking and roaming the streets. In this one particular group, there was a young woman in a wheelchair also participating in the crawl. Her friends were like, drunkly pushing her around, and they’d almost made it completely across when they hit the curb and she went flying out of the chair. I made sure she was okay first (she was) before I lost it. I have never, in my 27 years of life, seen something like that, nor have I ever laughed so hard. To be clear, I am NOT a bad person, and I was not at all amused UNTIL I knew that the drunky monkey in the wheelchair was fine.
Following that, I went for a trail run in which I was still intoxicated from a holiday party the night before. Because the trail was actually pretty challenging, I fell (which means it was a real good time), but managed to not break my nose. Which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, because if I were to break my nose, I could get a free nose job and get a nose more like my sister’s.
Now, how was your weekend?