Friday Randomness

TGIF, y’all! I can barely stand that the weekend is almost here and, due to this extreme distraction, am barely capable of composing a logical and thematic blog post. Ergo: “Friday Randomness.”

I had book club last night. I belong to two book clubs: the fancy one and the not-fancy one. The fancy one consists of about five core members. We meet every four to five weeks and, most of the time, the meetings have high standards: we have a secretary who keeps minutes; food is usually homemade and well executed (except for me–I’m a slacker and bring things like chicken wings from a local dive bar, or artichoke dip from Costco that I pass off as my own); the books tend to be on the more literary–or at least, serious side (think Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence, and The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes); and everyone reads the books (again, except for me–not because I think it’s cool to be a rule breaker, but I can be kind of an A-hole sometimes).

My other book club, the not-so-fancy one, consists of anywhere from eight to twelve people. We meet every four to six weeks and have very low standards. We have no secretary. Instead we all take turns trying to act like the president and there’s no order–just a lot of laughing and escalating voices. Food is oftentimes storebought and there’s very little attempt–if any–to pass it off as one’s own (see December’s meeting, when a bag of Trader Joe’s peppermint pretzels was passed around). The books vary from trashy (The Silent Wife by A.S.A. Harrison) to literary but still accessible (The Circle by Dave Eggers). Not everyone reads the books and it’s no big. And everyone drinks–a lot. Bubbles and red wine. Lots of ’em.

Last night was my fancy book club. We met at my friend E’s house to discuss Empty Mansions: The Mysterious Life of Huguette Clark and the Spending of a Great American Fortune by Bill Dedman and Paul Clark Newell, Jr. I didn’t read the book; I hated it. I am apparently in the minority.

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Basically, the book is about this extremely wealthy heiress who inherited several mansions around the country, mansions that sat empty (hence the title) and unused for decades, and who–along with being richer than God–was highly idiosyncratic. She became a recluse and lived in a hospital in New York for twenty years or so even though she didn’t need to be hospitalized. And then in her will she left hundreds of millions of dollars to her nurse. There was a will contest and blah blah blah.

I really did try to give the book a chance but it opened flat. It spent a lot of time describing her father’s Fifth Avenue mansion–as in, down to the number of light bulbs. Not kidding. I read about 40 pages and quit. I should have known that I wouldn’t like it–it had a title like a law review article (the colon was a big giveaway), it was written by two authors, and one of the author’s bios talked about how he broke the story on today.com.

I was fairly honest with my book club about not liking the book, but it’s really hard (and not very nice) to yuck all over someone else’s yum. Do you know what I mean? Maybe if I’d had more than two glasses of Prosecco I would have been a little more honest.

So this morning I woke up at 5:45 a.m. to go for a run with my running partner. It was tough waking up and I knew I was in for it when I heard the fog horns on the bay.

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The fog was really thick and made for sub-par air quality. We both struggled a little bit and our flat running route was way tougher than it normally would been. Even my partner’s dog was sluggish!

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My Garmin and Me: Reunited and It Feels So Good.

Oh well–we banged out about 5.6 miles in about 54 minutes and called it a morning. I do hope the fog burns off and the air quality improves for my long run on Sunday, though.

I’m looking forward to debuting some new additions to my “Run Molly Run” playlist on Sunday. Yesterday I bought the new Beyoncé CD, Beyoncé, at Starbucks (yes, I am that old–does anyone under 30 buy CDs anymore?) and I am loving it for running! La la la! I especially love this little ditty, “XO,” even though I do think it was tacky of her producers to sample from the Challenger disaster and dumb of her entire team not to catch it before the album’s release:

Bey (we’re BFFs–I’m allowed to call her that) is reportedly going to donate profits from the sale of “XO” to families of the Challenger victims. It’s a good song, controversy or no.

So that’s it, folks. That’s all the randomness I have for you today. The weekend awaits!

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