My chest feels like it's about to explode. No seriously, not joking, it really does. Does any one have those random moments of intense pain where they feel like they might die or some thing and in reality they probably just need to drink some water? That's me right now, except I can't drink any water because I can't move...at least I can type and if you are going to be stuck in pain any where for a period of time what better place than at your keyboard with your blog, face book and nba.com as your tabs when you get distracted, and some good tunes.
I probably feel this way because I ate nothing but muffins for dinner and then came home and drank some beers - but this is not entirely my fault. Amongst other things since I have last blogged, I've joined a cooking class. I really am an active person when I'm not experiencing intense chest pain. The class was ridiculously expensive but my parents agreed to pay for it seeing as I eat rather poorly (mostly from laziness rather than lack of skill but a beginner cooking class couldn't hurt right?) Even though I failed cooking twice in high school, and by fail I mean dropped out, I decided to give it another chance thinking I might meet some new people in Boston. But sure enough, just like high school there are no interesting people, no lack of awkward people, and just because I know one of my readers will appreciate this (you know who you are) - a real lack of hot girls (I have determined that the hot girl perception of cooking class is obviously false at this point, or maybe this was just my perception) - although this is not why I joined. I do want to learn some real skills, but instead tonight we were taught how to make muffins. I cannot see anything less important than muffins. Even learning how to make a Indonesian salad (does this exist?) would have been better but instead I had 9 muffins and some beers for dinner and now feel awful. But enough about this nonsense - lot's of stuff has been going on for me.
Two week ends ago I got to go on my first business trip. We went to Chicago and had a pretty good time. I might write about this later but it really is it's own story and might require some thinking about appropriateness. But I went to Vermont this last week end and got to see a few friends, play golf, play paint ball - which was fun but also scares the shit out of me, celebrate mother's day, and renew an old tennis rivalry with a close friend. Just a quick note there, we both played awful, but at least I broke my strings before we even started playing and I played with two broken strings as an excuse--> Best quote from the match from my friend: "yeah. I'm definitely having a meltdown - but you're gonna ride this one out with me until the end" --> which I did as I nervously lost all faith in my swing with two strings down. Just like I would have in my college tennis meltdown days (and I still didn't come to net).
Favourite current phrases:
"Off the record..." --and then you can insert anything you want, the possibilities are limitless. What a great expression!
"Schlitzed/schlitzing" --as in the lower quality beer known as schlitz, or as I like to say: the "schlitz." It sounds like some Yidish word but to me seems like a funny way to say hammered - as in "Let's get schlitzed tonight...or: "last night I was schlitzing so hard." Take it or leave it I think it's great
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