so saturday afternoon i threw my back out. how it happened, a story for another time. (it was laughably innocent, so don't go getting excited.) the way i see it, at 31 i experienced my first-ever back malady in the cushiest of circumstances. having fun inside a lux hotel, as a guest of a conference attendee, with subsequent freedom to lay in bed and watch garbage on TBS for hours. hello room service. i often ask my mom deep questions like, how do i know if i've had heartburn? and she says, oh you KNOW. i now know the same can be said for throwing one's back out. the glories of old age! in truth, it was an eye-opener for all i take for granted. picking things up off the floor and pulling my pajamas on myself, for example. the whole weekend wasn't a pity party; i threw in the towel saturday night and woke up sunday morning feeling well enough to (foolishly) brave a roller coaster down the street. one of these days i'll learn not to have so much fun. and now, a few photos i snapped while not in bed; most of my weekend was positively lovely!