thursday night sesh.

Last night after getting Jen some squeaky new tires and getting her alignment all set so that she's no longer a crazy knock-kneed redhead, I had to burn off some steam sooooooo I headed to one of my favorite hang-outs: the gym. Duh. It was full of only Denver's finest as usual. I saw meathead after meathead, flexing in the mirrors, giving me weird looks while I was doing push-ups (come on, they're gonna look a little awkward. I'm a girl.), and barking at each other. No, I'm not kidding. But I wish I were. Anyone who even remotely appears attractive can pretty much bank on shooting themselves in the foot with that by barking in public. Just sayin. Not like I wasn't amused though . . .

So after a few miles on the old treads (mind-numbing) and a little upper bod biz, I decided my shirt was sweaty enough to go home. The rest of my night consisted of eating ham and eggs while chatting with my Pops (SEE--> Papa Bear and you'll know the convo was awesome), then pouring an XL glass of vino and settling in to watch an epic Lifetime account of William & Kate that my co-worker lent to me. (Side note: I'm not proud to admit that this was how I spent my Thursday evening, but I'm also really not too concerned about it. Such is life.) She's all sorts of jazzed about the Royals, so she wanted me to share in her delightful indulgence. I unfortunately could almost care less (yes, they're gorgeous and will rule England and that's rad, but come on . . .). I applaud Lifetime  for their efforts but can't help to think it's a little weird how infatuated American media and entertainment groups have become over this couple. It was hard enough for me to keep a straight face while watching that, so I can't imagine what WillKate thinks of it.

In other news, I just watched the CEO of my company chase her dog around the office. It was fantastic. Silver linings, people. Silver. Linings.