Sunday, December 03, 2006

It is hard out here

     December 1, 2006

Post-Saturday-night-vodka-cheeseburger-fest-followed-by-scorching-hard-work-out-caffiene-fueld Rant

Friday night was off-the-hook. Our band, although off to a shaky start, rocked. One of the highlights was our stud guitarist Luke’s scorching and soulful “Red House” accompanied chillingly by you-know-who on soulful harp, if I do say so my self.

Saturday was awesome soccer wins for A.C. sandwiching a great run/roast-beef-sandwich and then a tasty.nap.

The most boring sentence in the world begins with “I had the weirdest dream” but I had the weirdest dream.

A friend of mine was showing me around this ultra hip and modern commune where the best and the coolest and the fittest worked, lived and entertained.

There was a cafeteria/restaurant that followed a health regimen of only serving the same colored food for a week. One week only yellow, lots of saffron, corn, squash, pumpkins, etc. Folks looked forward to brown week.

But the thing that really stuck out was this ultra cool work out facility. At first glance it looked normal with dumbbells, fitness balls, jump ropes and an aerobic room. Except for the fact that the entire rubber floor randomly tilted five to eight degrees, giving you a core workout even if you were only standing there, let alone running in place or doing push ups.

That will teach me not to wake up at four and down a microwave’d hot dog with a grape and cranberry juice.