Yeah, I AM pretty hot...
How can it only be Tuesday?! It feels like it ought to be Wednesday, at the very least, possibly even Thursday, should one stretch one's imagination. Gah, the weeks are getting longer and longer! And I'm not even working! Had a great day though, slept til a little after noon, upon which I was awakened to what I thought was a persistent lawn mower, perhaps parked right under my bedroom window, constantly being revved to perhaps ease me into wakefulness...turns out it was a wood chipper, and I don't know what they were cutting down, but it went on for a loooooong time. Zoned out in front of the computer trying to clear out some HD space to repurpose the 120 Hitachi (along with the other one that's around here somewhere, both to replace the crapped-out WDs I had in there in the first place) back into the TiVo from whence it came, when who should call me but Kel, and guess what, she'll be over in 3 minutes. Crikey, I'm an absolute mess. Jump in the shower, chat with her for a bit about her already-eventful day, fun. Somehow manage to get suckered into going to yoga with her at 5:30. She tells me to drink as much water as I can stomach, and to please stop eating my guac Doritos lest I become the first person to ralph in the hothouse yoga studio. So she goes to prepare, and I'm left to wonder just what I've gotten myself into. I really need to learn to think about my responses before giving them, rather than just saying "yes" to anything any random hotties might say to me...buy me a drink, come to yoga with me, look at my car/computer, loan me a kidney, etc.
Make a couple calls, check e-mail, ponder the nature of life, gather some clothes/towels, head over to the studio. Kel calls me on the way, since I'm running late, as usual, getting my infor for the form she's filling out. I really should have paid more heed to the fact that "next-of-kin" is a required field (OK, so it was just labelled "emergency contact", but that's not really as dramatic, is it?), but Kel's being extremely gracious as to offer to treat me to my first taste of the yogi lifestyle, so when she asks me if I'd be willing to commit to two or three sessions, I figure I should at least try to really give it a go and sign up for three times.
I will say that going into it, I had no idea what to expect, and I had mixed emotions about being the only guy there: good odds, but the flipside is that I'm automatically the biggest slob in the room. The instructor isn't who Kel promises, but instead the studio owner, who is this absolutely stunning petite asian woman possibly in her mid to late forties, with a magnificently enhanced pectoral region, and this absolutely incredible overall physique. Kel's there, being very encouraging and supportive, but ultimately, I've got to get through this on my own. The room's like a billion degrees (I later find out it's 95F) dryish heat, feels good at first, but then we get started, and roughly 28.3 seconds into it, I'm sweating buckets. I mean literally, I've never, ever sweated like this in my life, doing ANYTHING. (Really, anything.) And it goes on and on, for almost 90 minutes. How are these women doing this? I mean I know I live an extremely sedentary lifestyle, but holy crap it's grueling! I'm absolutely soaked, my towel/yoga mat are soaked, I'm downing crazy amount of water, feel like I'm about to pass out, having to stop to collect myself every 10 minutes or so, and just in general, thinking how can all these women be in so much better shape than I am?! (I'm having to concentrate so hard on not passing out/collapsing that it never even occurred to me to ogle all these hot (no pun) scantily-clad, glistening women! WTF?!) I must have sweated out about a gallon and a half of fluid, I'd be damned surprised if I didn't walk (barely) out of there 18 or so pounds lighter. And I get to look forward to two more sessions, yay! At the end of class, I'm introduced to Kel's good friend Suzy (sp?), who was right in front of me the whole time. I'm told they're kindred spirits, these two, and I'm invited to drinks with them afterward. I'd be a fool not to have drinks with a couple limber hotties, right?
I'm trying to maintain that with my busy and strenuous weekend party schedule, that I can only swing this kind of thing once a week at the very most, but K & S beg to differ, indicating that again in two or three days would be best. We'll see, guys...
Afterwards, home for a shower then back out to meet the girls. Weapon of choice is Firebirds in Ballantyne, an upscale steak type place where Suzy's husband Mark works. By the time I make my way there, the girls have already ordered a bottle of wine and are laughing it up. Both og them look absolutely stunning, and I'm very fortunate to have dined with them. We chat, drink, laugh, eat, and generally have a great time for a couple hours, these two are fabulous! Got to chat with Mark a bit, they're a super cute couple, hope to see more of them, good times.
Once we leave there it hits me how tired and utterly drained I am. Drive Kel home, go up with her and talk for a bit, then home, shower again, and type this.
Should try and be more productive tomorrow, maybe at least look at the classifieds/online stuff and send a couple/few CVs out. Oooh, maybe go give blood, been meaning to do that for a while...hrm, maybe I should wait for a Monday to do that...need my strength for the weekend...and now for yoga, too...
I wonder who I call to complain with Blogger...I had a pretty good "description" (that goes under the "Unmitigated Ramblings" heading/banner) typed up and entered, and it even showed up when I looked...but then all of a sudden this morning, it's gone, vanished without a trace. I definitely can't remember what I'd written, and can't recreate it, it's just gone forever. Pity, as I was actually quite pleased with it, and have absolutely no way to reproduce it. Damnation.
Make a couple calls, check e-mail, ponder the nature of life, gather some clothes/towels, head over to the studio. Kel calls me on the way, since I'm running late, as usual, getting my infor for the form she's filling out. I really should have paid more heed to the fact that "next-of-kin" is a required field (OK, so it was just labelled "emergency contact", but that's not really as dramatic, is it?), but Kel's being extremely gracious as to offer to treat me to my first taste of the yogi lifestyle, so when she asks me if I'd be willing to commit to two or three sessions, I figure I should at least try to really give it a go and sign up for three times.
I will say that going into it, I had no idea what to expect, and I had mixed emotions about being the only guy there: good odds, but the flipside is that I'm automatically the biggest slob in the room. The instructor isn't who Kel promises, but instead the studio owner, who is this absolutely stunning petite asian woman possibly in her mid to late forties, with a magnificently enhanced pectoral region, and this absolutely incredible overall physique. Kel's there, being very encouraging and supportive, but ultimately, I've got to get through this on my own. The room's like a billion degrees (I later find out it's 95F) dryish heat, feels good at first, but then we get started, and roughly 28.3 seconds into it, I'm sweating buckets. I mean literally, I've never, ever sweated like this in my life, doing ANYTHING. (Really, anything.) And it goes on and on, for almost 90 minutes. How are these women doing this? I mean I know I live an extremely sedentary lifestyle, but holy crap it's grueling! I'm absolutely soaked, my towel/yoga mat are soaked, I'm downing crazy amount of water, feel like I'm about to pass out, having to stop to collect myself every 10 minutes or so, and just in general, thinking how can all these women be in so much better shape than I am?! (I'm having to concentrate so hard on not passing out/collapsing that it never even occurred to me to ogle all these hot (no pun) scantily-clad, glistening women! WTF?!) I must have sweated out about a gallon and a half of fluid, I'd be damned surprised if I didn't walk (barely) out of there 18 or so pounds lighter. And I get to look forward to two more sessions, yay! At the end of class, I'm introduced to Kel's good friend Suzy (sp?), who was right in front of me the whole time. I'm told they're kindred spirits, these two, and I'm invited to drinks with them afterward. I'd be a fool not to have drinks with a couple limber hotties, right?
I'm trying to maintain that with my busy and strenuous weekend party schedule, that I can only swing this kind of thing once a week at the very most, but K & S beg to differ, indicating that again in two or three days would be best. We'll see, guys...
Afterwards, home for a shower then back out to meet the girls. Weapon of choice is Firebirds in Ballantyne, an upscale steak type place where Suzy's husband Mark works. By the time I make my way there, the girls have already ordered a bottle of wine and are laughing it up. Both og them look absolutely stunning, and I'm very fortunate to have dined with them. We chat, drink, laugh, eat, and generally have a great time for a couple hours, these two are fabulous! Got to chat with Mark a bit, they're a super cute couple, hope to see more of them, good times.
Once we leave there it hits me how tired and utterly drained I am. Drive Kel home, go up with her and talk for a bit, then home, shower again, and type this.
Should try and be more productive tomorrow, maybe at least look at the classifieds/online stuff and send a couple/few CVs out. Oooh, maybe go give blood, been meaning to do that for a while...hrm, maybe I should wait for a Monday to do that...need my strength for the weekend...and now for yoga, too...
I wonder who I call to complain with Blogger...I had a pretty good "description" (that goes under the "Unmitigated Ramblings" heading/banner) typed up and entered, and it even showed up when I looked...but then all of a sudden this morning, it's gone, vanished without a trace. I definitely can't remember what I'd written, and can't recreate it, it's just gone forever. Pity, as I was actually quite pleased with it, and have absolutely no way to reproduce it. Damnation.
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