Sorry, folks, I haven't been blogging much. We're moving out of our current apartment next weekend, so we are busy busy busy with packing. We are putting almost everything into storage for now, and then we are moving into a furnished apartment for next month. I am still looking for a job. I have had a few interviews and a lot of rejections, but I'm still plugging away and putting my application into a bunch of places.

We were fortunate enough to have some friends (our engagement photographer and her husband) in town this past weekend. I spent some time with her on Friday. We did some walking around town, talked and had lunch at McGreavy's (America's oldest sports bar). When Ben got home from work, she was gracious enough to take some pictures of us with Boston backdrops. She also took a couple of headshots for me for my acting auditions. Ben has the pictures of us together, but here are the headshots.

That night, we went out for dinner with her and her husband to Bell In Hand (Oldest Bar in America...we're just hitting up all the historical drinking landmarks). After dinner, we got some dessert at Faneuil Hall, and then got more dessert to go from Mike's Pastry. If you only had time to go to one food place in Boston, you should go to Mike's Pastry. It is to die for. And apparently I'm not the only one who thinks so as it is almost always packed. Don't let that deter you though, because the employees are very efficient and you'll be in and out in no time. I recommend the ricotta florentine cannoli.

The next morning, we all did a 5K together. It was a small race with about 150 runners, but a local running club used it as a training run instead of their typical Saturday morning workout. Despite it being a small race, the running club members were putting up hugely fast times, so I was only 6 of 8 in my age group. Still have never finished last in a running race. My time wasn't the greatest either. For my Ironman training, I have been focusing more on longer, slower runs, than short, fast runs. You know, putting in the miles. Also, I had been (and still am) having some GI issues, so my stomach was killing me during the race.

Have no fear! It subsided long enough for us to have breakfast together at a local dinner. I had my favorite dish, French toast. But it wasn't just any French toast. It was Portuguese French toast (so which is it? Portuguese or French?). It was quite delish. It was supposed to be sweeter than regular French toast, but it didn't really taste like it to me (although, I drown my French toast in syrup, so its always uber sweet). Other than that, the toast was thicker than usual...about an inch thick. It was quite delightful.

Training this week has been slower than usual. Its pretty much constantly hot here, as it is in much of the country. We've just been getting in a little here, a little there, but nothing too long or intense to keep from overdoing it in the heat.