Bars rocking yesterday. Thanks Pabst for making NYC fun last night. Heading to the SD bar today. Heading to Austin bar on Monday! Back to work.
Why do I sign up for these damn half marathons. I am already dreading the injuries I will have after Sunday’s race. But I know the SD staff is excited.
” Mom we will never speak of these things again.” That came after I explained to Jackson that I went for a colonic and what that entailed. I think in Jackson’s eyes I just reached a new crazy. I don’t care what anyone says you don’t feel great during or after colonic. During the colonic it feels like you constantly have to go number 2. The only fascinating part is watching what comes out. I know that might sound gross but you can’t stop watching. Supposedly I am extremely healthy according to what was in the tube. The woman walked into the room and gave me a foot rub about halfway through. There is absolutely nothing more torturous then someone speaking to you and having everyday conversation while getting a colonic. And afterwards you feel kind of sick. My stomach was off all night.
Had a Japanese potential licensee into the SD bar the other night. That would be fun. OK time to get off my ass and head to gaslamp.