Five for Friday: Bacon, Booze, Porn…and Running

OakMonster.com - The Sticky Pig

This is NOT an SEO bait, I promise you. I never bait!  Well, maybe when I get y’all over here to see my Slave Leia photo. But that’s more of a nerd bait, really. *ahem*

And now we talk about bacon.

The Sticky Pig Ice Cream Cart Kickstarter

OakMonster.com - The Sticky PigI just learned that my friend Tara–the great Paleo dessert queen, Bacon Vixen, and the owner of The Sticky Pig Bacon Confections–is looking to branch out into ice cream treats with a Kickstarter campaign.

Y’all, she’s looking to get an ice cream cart.  More ways to get Tara’s super creative bacon treats into the mouths of the people? Yes, please!

For the love of bacon, please support her.  And in a way, support my addiction to her bacon pecan caramel tarts.

And here we talk about booze.

Incendiary Hand Grenade

The first time I met Shotgun (@shotgunspr) at Psychogate, he was asking people to do the “Hand Grenade” with him. It involves tequila, Jagermeister, and Red Bull. As I am not entirely insane, I politely declined.

Now that we get some support from Fireball Whisky at the tailgate, Shotty came up with an even more brilliant way to get us all fucked up.

Say hello to the Incendiary Hand Grenade.

And, more booze.

An Afternoon at District Wine

I’ve loved District Wine forever. Now there is more reason to love this cozy and friendly wine bar in Downtown Long Beach: they serve lunch Tuesday through Friday!  Olaina and I actually were their very first lunch customers a while back.  But this week, as I was getting stir crazy at home, I dashed out to the bar.  With a book.

Three hours later, I rolled out of the comfy armchair to go home. I had a glass of bubbly and a cheese plate while I got lost in my book.  Angela, the co-owner, offered to run out to my car to put the quarters in the meter for me so my reading doesn’t get interrupted.  LOL  A bar that feels more like someone’s living room, that is what District Wine is like for me.

I mean, why go sit at a coffee place when you can lounge around with a glass of wine and a plate of nosh, listening to some vinyls, for the afternoon?

And here we talk about porn.

Long Beach: the New Porn Capital?

As it turns out, Measure B, which requires porn performers to wear condoms, does not apply to Long Beach, Pasadena, or Vernon because they have their own health departments independent of LA County.  THAT I didn’t know. And apparently most people did not know that either. Read all about it here.

If Santa Monica is Silicon Beach to Northern California Silicon Valley, Long Beach could be Porn Beach to the San Pornando Valley.

It could happen.

Finally, we talk about running.

I’m DEFINITELY A Morning Runner

Since I slept in on Sunday, I decided to go for a run in the afternoon.  Brandon suggested that if we go to the little neighborhood park, we can both get our work out in, me running and him walking. Good idea!  And so we were out around 4 p.m. on a warm November day.

I am now on Week 6 of the 9-week Couch to 5K plan which is run for  8 minutes, walk for 5, and run for 8 more. And that’s it.  It’s a endurance building exercise at this point.  (Yes, I know. I’ve been running for longer than 6 weeks but that’s where I am on the program so shoosh.)  And so, off I went.

While I accounted for the warmer temperature, I didn’t think about the drier afternoon air.  My lungs didn’t like what was going through it.  Sure, I made it through the 8-minute interval but I started to gasp for air like a fish out of water for most of the 5-minute of walking.  So I heaved and coughed a little bit, and that seemed to have stirred up another afternoon run problem.

The lunch I had eaten well over 4 hours before threatened to come back up half way into my second run. That was also new as I usually run on almost empty.  My pre-run breakfast is a handful of dry Cheerios 15-30 minutes before hand and a big spoonful of raw honey right before I head out the door.  I never had a meal before a run. This was the first.

Needless to say, I gave up the rest of the routine and started walking toward Brandon to catch up.

Then the top of my foot started cramping. All the way half the park to get to Brandon and most of the way home.

Yeah. Not running in the evening. Ever. Again.

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