It’s late, I’m sweating, and my deodorant has broken down.
It’s summer, and it’s hot. My freshness is compromised.
Earlier this evening, Justin pointed out that it looks like Niagara Falls sprung from my armpits. I flashed a coy smile and wrung my armpit on his sofa… but my freshness woes are for another post…1
Spring semester ended and I started working full time. Things are changing at the office because all of my 3L friends graduated and moved on to bar prep, and a new set of interns took their place. It is exciting to have new coworkers, especially since new interns tend to overdress. They bring glamour to the cubicles.
The increased work schedule is complimented by my increased workout regimen. I skate around the lakes, got organized about lifting weights, and sometimes bike to work:
The bike ride to work is 16-miles each way, which sounds more terrible than it is. I need to find a discrete side entrance to the building because I hate walking in the front door drenched in sweat. Sure, I am going to shower and be oh-so-fresh when I get to my cube, but I just fear that Mr. Opperman is going to be in the lobby one day wonder who this sweaty hot mess is.
I was also successful in avoiding Mr. McDonald, Ms. King, and Señor Bell this summer. Well, except the other night when Steven and I were all, “Need McDonald’s. Now.” Group junk-food cravings are hard to resist.
Steven is hilarious, and allegedly bleaching his hair silver. Last night his hair was half-way done and yellow-blonde. Behold:
Last night was the last of a string of impromptu start-of-the-summer shindigs and get-togethers. A good bar night is sort of like a wedding – you need friends, old and new, the creepy uncle-figure, the overly loud aunt, and the wedding crasher. Phillip and I kept a good mix of crazy wedding-formula company week.
But after this week of krawall und remmidemmi, dates, and friends, it is time to tone down the social and turn up the workout routine before summer school starts.
The fitness goal of the summer is to reduce my pot-belly enough so I won’t look ridiculous tucking my shirt in. This is completely feasible, especially since the heat in my apartment causes me to lose at least a pound per day in water weight.
The dogs are also unamused by the heat, and the wigs:
Harley wasn’t feeling the Beatles vibe. Hmmf.
Harley also has a problem walking around the lakes when it gets above 75 degrees. Usually what happens is I slow down to look at boat or something…
…and then Harley senses that I’m distracted and plops down on the pathway like, “I AM NOT MOVING. TOO HOT. FAIL WHALE. FAIL.”
If I pull his leash he just collapses onto his back, and a passerby usually points and laugh. This is my glamorous life…
Actually, I shouldn’t say that sarcastically because life is pretty glamorous right now. – full employment, unlimited workout time, two doting dogs, hilarious friends and acquaintances, and an apartment right next to the lakes, Eat Street, and Uptown:
…what more could I want? Well, besides a stronger deodorant…
1 This is the obnoxious, overly-long “catch up” post which I have successfully avoided until now. Putting this post off longer just means that there’s more to cover, or more to gloss-over. What is a boy to do?
Hahhaha oh Harley!
He’s not feeling it…
One of the few morals I have is concerning an opposition to McDonald’s. However, you are correct, post bar/group cravings are practically irresistible. And that picture… oh lord that picture… *shakes head* it will be finished later today.
We need a redemption photo for you.
Gay boy bleached hair days were so 1998
Hah, not in Minnesota. But, he’s coloring it silver and says that his girl knows what she’s doing. I’ve learned not to doubt Steven so…
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