The (tired) happy marathon finisher yesterday! This was his second marathon. He beat the time from his first marathon (15 years ago) by 40 minutes. Whatta man!

It could not have been a more beautiful day yesterday. I took a cab service (didn’t want to have to deal with parking and construction) down to the Seattle Center. The cab driver was pretty clueless–he started fiddling with his GPS while we were on the freeway–SLOWING DOWN–but at least when we hit the construction near Mercer Street he stopped running the meter. He also dropped me off pretty close to the finish line, so I was able to watch my husband’s butt running away from me as he finished the race.

Joshy escaped injury. Sure, he hobbled around a bit yesterday, but wouldn’t you after running 26.2 miles?

I had a hard time deciding what to wear yesterday morning, and finally went with comfort. Not to mention I love this dress and I can’t wear it to work because it exposes my boobs/bra/bathing suit top. This could be remedied with a few stitches, but I kind of like it that way.

There were a ton of vendors at the Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon, but we only walked around briefly for a shot of Naked juice and some ice packs before making our way to the stage to catch the end of the Presidents of the United States of America. I listened to “Peaches” and felt like I was in high school again (in a good way).

Joshy relaxing on the grass. I was impressed that he was able to stand and attempt to bop around during Sir Mix-A-Lot’s set! What a trooper.

Sir Mix-A-Lot looks exactly the same as he did when “Baby Got Back” came out 20 years ago. Him and his crew did “Buttermilk Biscuits”, “Put Em on the Glass”, “Testarossa”, “Swass”, and of course, “Baby Got Back”. He invited women up on the stage for “Baby Got Back”. Most of the dancers with marathoners, but there was one exuberant young lady in cut-off jeans that pretty much hogged the spotlight. She was easy on the eyes, and I told her so as we were leaving and she walked past us with a man.

“And she still makes her dad proud!” cried the man, who looked far too young to be her father but maybe she was just an extremely mature-looking 15-year-old, who can say? I know my father wouldn’t be proud of me for grinding all over Sir Mix-A-Lot, but ne’er mind that.

“She didn’t do anything for me,” sniffed my husband.

“That’s because you don’t like tall women,” I told him.

I had no desire to get on stage, but I shook my ass and yelled out all the lyrics just the same. Yay! Finally saw Sir Mix-A-Lot live! I can cross that one off my “list” (not that I have a list) (should I have a list?).

Here’s a little video Josh took during Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “My Posse’s on Broadway”. I’m sure the youtubes will take it down any second now.

After Sir Mix-A-Lot we returned home, planted some things in the garden, ate Double Stuf oreos and watched “I.T. Crowd” for the 10 billionth time and just generally Took It Easy, which is what I plan on doing today, as well. I feel like this whole month has been busy for us and I need a little de-compression before returning back to work tomorrow. Coming up next in this blog: my final Kauai entry. Really! Really!