Ba-har tender

Yesterday was a big deal.  For multiple reasons.  I saw two dear friends that I haven't seen in far too long.  An old work colleague who moved away stopped in to see us last night from Seattle.  Denver smilied so brightly for him last night on the roof.  We were all glad to have him home. :) 

What up D-Tron?

I started at the bar last night, and everyone migrated from the house to the new locale for a night cap.  It's a great lil spot with two outdoor patios, and a beautiful indoor bar.  Everyone seems like they are my pace, so if I just go a little faster, then I should be able to turn my bartending stint into a lucrative means to getting a car.  I know I'm tall, but I really want a cooper, even an older one...dumb?  Or an old muscle car...or a hot rod...

I am a sleeper.  So the obvious sacrifice that I am making for this new jobby is sleep.  I don't have a greater hobby, and that is sad sad sad.  I work out now, and I thought a second job would be another great way to use my time responsibly.  Last night when I got home from "work" I couldn't fall asleep!  My favorite thing to do, and it was eluding me for over two hours, WHY?!  Nerves?  Adrenaline?  His big legs on my side of the bed?  Who knows, but I'll tell you this, I will be in bed before 11 tonight my friends. 

Drinks I learned how to make:

• Cosmo (I know, shame on me right?)
• 3014 Signature Margarita

My physical trainer, Michael Snowball is killing me in the gym.  I have never felt so good, and so bad at the same time!  I have muscle definition in my arms that I have never seen before.  I have more energy, and now I sound like a commercial.  Michael Snowball is a genius.  Marines are mean, know this, and they don't care how long it has been since you have worked out...if you can't keep up- they'll leave you behind, and the Snowball is no exception.  He has me bench pressing, doing twist curls, planks, flutter kicks, hammer curls, skull crushers...I just keep waiting for the new "THOR SMASH" or "THUNDER LIFT".  I don't know what those things mean, but the workout lingo seems very aggressive for the lifting we are doing.  I guess it is better than "child pose", or the "tree pose"...ugh I can smell patchouli and sage already.  Sorry Yoga buffs, I think I'll stick to the gym rat metal and save all of the pillows and mats for bedtime.  Snowball would be so proud.

Labor Day Weekend.  Three words that have never meant so little as they do this year.  I'll be working...toward a brighter future, and a new pair of shoes...

Be safe comrades, the heat is on