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Day 69: Bloody Mary Sunday

Going down!




Today was a very good day indeed!

A very hot day, but I think I am learning to deal with the heat.

I am down another pound, so that is good news!

I spent most of the day with my daughter.  She wanted to go shopping for a fancy dress for her Vegas trip with her husband later this summer.

I am not fond of mall shopping. So we made a deal. She would go to the gym with me and then take me to lunch. Then I would let her drag me around the mall (air conditioned mall!) in search of the perfect dress.

It worked like a dream! I am not above bribery! 

I worked out my back and biceps at the gym.  (Air conditioned gym!) 

We went to Sinju Sushi outside of Clackamas Mall. It was lovely. Dark wood, low lighting. Air conditioning! We had miso soup, edamame and a platter of sushi.  My daughter is a bartender. She was looking at their cocktail menu and asked if I would like a drink. A cocktail with lunch on a Sunday before shopping at the mall?  I had to think for a few seconds.  But I nodded my head enthusiastically.

I had a Bloody Mariko which is: Sriracha hot sauce, absolut pepper vodka, tomato juice, lime juice, worcestershire, seaweed, celery salt, black pepper, soju.
Soju is apparently a clear and colorless alcohol, which is quite the rage in Korea! A wonderful, spicy, intense drink that made our mall shopping much more enjoyable! Neither one of us were familiar with soju:

Bottle of Chamisul soju with a branded glass. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soju)    




After shopping all day, we picked up some produce and made a big batch of Greek salad with sauteed chicken and homemade vinaigrette. 

Tomorrow is weight and measurement day. And the forecast is for a cooler day (I can't believe I am considering 89 degrees to be cooler, but compared to 97...!)

Anyway, this was a very good day.

And we will probably do the same next Sunday. She still has shopping to do! (We have dubbed it Bloody Mary Sunday!) :)

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