The Color Run Brighton
Two weeks before the race my friend Tilly sent around a facebook message urging our group of lady friends to sign up to run the Color Run 5k with her. Definitely an on-again off-again runner, I figured I had a baseline cardiac health from all the other exercise crap I do working in my favor, and also it’s not a RUN run, but a fun run, you know? So I said yes. And it turned out that two of our other friends were already signed up! So with one more recruit from Tilly’s work, we signed up a little team and rocked up to the starting line a few days ago for the second race at 4 pm. The whole deal had proven so popular that one race at 11 am wasn’t enough, and thank goodness for that. There is quite simply nothing like the euphoria of a thousand people on the seafront, all on a runner’s high, throwing colored powder at strangers they don’t know, all to the beat of pumping club music. At each of the kilometers a different color of dusty powder was thrown at you as you ran through a gauntlet of volunteers, and at the end, it was just a bananas dance party. And what a gorgeous day! Have we thought of a better word for indian summer yet? Because when it’s 75F on the third Saturday in September in England, you know things are happening.
I had a pretty adorable set of cheerleaders.
This was the view from Jon’s seat overlooking the finish and the stage where everyone congregated before and after. Bananas I say!
As you can imagine, I got some stares (and some laughs) on the train and while walking home. And my bath….well, it’s still a little pink. But I’d definitely say it was worth it.
Brighton has a dog cafe
Turns out Brighton has a dog cafe now with the best name ever-Chubby Chops Cafe. Chubby freakin chops cafe, how cute is that?! And the resident dogs there are named George and Bonnie and they are grumpy faced and adorable and make weird noises with their smashed faces when they get excited. Bruce was his usual anti-social self, but the trio had a good time together regardless.
It all reminded me of the Dog Cafe Jon and I went to in Seoul when we first started dating. There were a lot more dogs there-I hope Chubby Chops grows too, because I am so down for a truly dog friendly place that isn’t a pub. Not that I don’t love pubs, but it’s a lot easier when the furry ones can run around and play and skid around and you don’t have to worry about someone accidentally letting them outside.
I had a pink lemonade (they say it’s homemade and if it is, well done them), Jon had a berry smoothie and some cake because that son of a b is always eating cake, and it was all good. Solid Sunday afternoon with some dogs, and we shall definitely return. If you have a dog and live in/around Brighton, you should go too-the staff are really super nice, and at least half the people there didn’t have dogs, so it’s no big deal if you don’t have any pups. They are in the Lanes, right by that weird mermaid fountain!
Oh, and the other best part of last weekend? (obviously the dog cafe was the main best part) Seeing a working Dalek outside the Mini Maker Faire at the Dome. Well, not working working, it didn’t incinerate anyone. But it said “exterminate!” a lot and chased kids around of its own volition, so that was pretty great.
And last thing-Jon was struck down with a change of seasons cold at the end of last week, as you get, so while I worked from home on Friday he drugged himself up and slept on the couch next to me, and this was my view.
Doctor Bruce, always on call.
three years in
This morning I woke, brain fuzzy and hair very large, from indulging in too much wine and steak and general middle class debauchery last night. Jon and I celebrated our three years of wedded life by indulging in a stupidly expensive meal at a place in Brighton called The Coal Shed. We ordered a sharing steak (T-bone!), truffle mac and cheese, and garlic mushrooms that tasted like Jesus himself had made them in heaven and then put them in a little ceramic pot just for us. We drank red wine and got a bit drunk and held hands and talked about stuff.
I know that people say, over and over and over again, that marriage is hard, but knock on wood, I am fucking happy with my partner and it’s really not that hard to be happy. Maybe some day it will be, and that’s okay. But not now, not yet. And yeah, we’re both assholes sometimes, but two assholes can be super happy together, let me tell you. I’m coming to believe that people who talk about how hard marriage and relationships are, how they’re the hardest thing ever, are either 1)liars, or 2) in terrible relationships but just don’t know it. A marriage should not be like some sort of degree or qualification, something you have to study for and think really hard about and get marks on. Shouldn’t it be so much more natural than that?
The hardest things for us happened before we were married, when we were living in different countries and had no idea what the future held. And the hardest parts since we got married have never really been around our relationship, but more about finding work and making money and living with in-laws and transatlanticism and other such things that care nothing for love. We moved across the world and found each other and five years later (three of them legally bound) that still seems like a really really good decision.
Thank God for love. My man is a gem.
Pre dinner pub drinks:
And the main event in a fuzzy picture that Jon sent to his dude friends to brag about meat:
This guy. He’s good. Here’s to three good years so far, and three plus give or take a lifetime more.
a year with Bruce
It’s no secret that I am obsessed and delighted by my dog. The internet tells no lies! Bruce is, without a doubt, one of, if not the very best thing in my life. Sorry husband and family and friends (or, I say sorry, but I know at least Jon feels the same, so I take it back as far as he is concerned).
We brought Bruce home from Raystede Sanctuary one year ago today. I don’t know what we’d do without him, but I love love love that furry little man with his cute face and weird noises. Happy birthday Bruce Bruce. You light up my life.
Shoreham Air Show
I married a guy who isn’t really into sporty sports (woo!), but is into cool cars and other interesting and mostly loud machinery. Or “interesting” I should say in scare quotes, since I am preeeettty ambivalent and/or not interested in those things. Even so, over the years I’ve found myself enjoying watching the Formula One races that Jon watches, much to my surprise! Love, eh? So in keeping with Jon’s mechanical interests, over the weekend he talked me into going over to watch some bits of the Shoreham Air Show that was taking place across town. Actually he tricked me into going on our usual Saturday morning wander around town with Bruce at a different time and then “remembered” that the RAF were reenacting the Battle of Britain right around that time so we really had to go watch it, but I digress. We made our way over to near the air field and parked with the pup amongst the families and watched some planes do some plane stuff. And then there were wing walkers! To be fair, I would definitely find it more interesting if I had some binoculars to actually see things. Otherwise it’s just “plane does loop, disappears for 3 minutes, comes back again, repeat, take hour break”.
After a bit of sky gazing we wandered home past the house boats with our shopping, stopping to say hello to the little chickies in their pens (a surprising amount of house boat owners also have chickens!), and to the swan family who were out for a leisurely swim. The planes carried on doing their thing through today too, and all those old timey engines in the skies have made for a particularly loud and carbon-y weekend. We could see most everything else going on from our balcony as the air show continued, so there was no need to make much of an effort to not miss a thing, which led to lots of Jon and Bruce dude time out there, sitting on the chairs and checking out the big stuff in the sky, while I did some reading and enjoyed a coffee or three. A solid lazy weekend and the last one of the summer, to boot! Whaaat?