Weekend Update

This past weekend was very mundane. I've decided to detox from the debauchery of the past few weeks and refrain from drinking for the month of February. I also thought it would be wise to pick the shortest month of the year. I've started spinning recently and man it's just as difficult as I thought it would be. I learned to ride a bike up on the Vineyard a long time ago, but Friday afternoon, I was certainly wishing that had never happened. Two weeks ago, I took a class for the first time, and I don't think I've sweat that much since the first time I made Whoopie. It was intense from the jump and the instructor kept looking at me and calling me out in the class. I mean, yes, ok, I'm the Fat Kid, but damnit there's no need to shine the spotlight.

On Friday after work, I thought I'd go in the spinning room and just hop on the Spinner and ride for a little while, get a good workout in. Anne was spending the weekend in L.A. visiting her sister so I didn't have a reason to get home right after work. Within the first 10 minutes I was already regretting my decision. The deep burn in my legs was intensifying and I had all but decided to call it quits when two people came into the room where I was spinning. Clearly, I had to continue riding just so I wouldn't look like a pussy...I don't think I had broken a serious sweat at that point. I did manage to ride the bike for about 45 minutes before I shut it down. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good afterwards and after a little lifting I headed home. Not surprisingly, there was still traffic at 7:35 Friday night, that's California for you.

Upon getting home, I made some dinner and watched "The Kingdom." I wasn't sure if I was getting the Jamie Foxx from Ray or the Jamie Foxx from Stealth, but if I could get something in between, I'd be satisfied. Much to my surprise, it was closer to his performance in Ray and the movie was phenomenal. I was sitting on the edge of the couch for the last half of the movie. The ending was very powerful and thought provoking. I definitely recommend that everyone should watch it if you haven't done so already.

Saturday, I got up, ran a few errands and then met up with Steffie, one of the girls in the house, and rode the Old Town Trolley around the city of San Diego. Surprisingly, it turned out to be pretty cool, and I got to see several different parts of the Whale's Vagina that I probably wouldn't have seen for a long time. Later that night, we all went out to this bar called "The Firehouse" a pretty cool spot right in Pacific Beach. The downstairs has a "loungy" atmostphere with flat screens on the walls and bartenders that are certainly skilled in their craft. Two thumbs up to the bartender who held 8 cups together like a laundry line over the shot glasses and poured 8 shots seamlessly. Usually I hate bartenders who flip bottles up in the air behind their back just to pour me a Woodford "neat" but this was pretty cool I must say. Eventually, I made my way upstairs to the rooftop portion of the bar that is pretty tight. Heat Lamps are strewn around the place and it's even got a hot coal pit at the back of the bar that spews a gas fire helping to keep the Californians warm on a "cold" night.

It was tough going the whole night without boozing but I made it, sipping on club soda w/ lime the whole night. God, this is going to be difficult. The people watching on the other hand was remarkable. A few of the patrons in attendance merit further discussion thankfully. First and foremost there was a d-bag wearing a cowboy hat who got it caught on fire briefly, standing too close to one of the heat lamps. Not surprisingly, he was kicked out later on for trying to start a fight and carrying on like he just turned 21. About an hour later, I saw the same guy get kicked out of the PB Shore Club a block away not wearing a t-shirt. Somebody's gotta be the hero. There was also a girl at the bar who looked like Dolly Parton. I'm pretty sure if one tried, you could have peeled her face off if you tried and there's no way God gave her the "Twins" she had saddled up under her neck.

Gotta Love California.