By the time Shelby got back this morning I already had two walks in, 90 abb rolls, 10 pushups and no breakfast. She said You ready for Yoga class?, and at first I said No but she told me it's already paid for, and I said Yes!
Besides, it was happening at our friends Dan and Crystal's new studio, and I've wanted to see the place.
I slipped into some black swim trunks and put on the oldest torn and beat up tee shirt I own. She said How about that nice black one? and I said Why, I ain't trying to attract any woman?, and that's what I wore to Yoga class.
And that is finally the truth. I don't expect to ever be with a woman again. Once you get that, it sets you free! I'm still working on my body, losing that last bit of belly fat and building my arms and abbs back up, but it ain't for no fucking woman, it's for me!
And it ain't because I'm infertile, I've gotten off three times in the last week, but that's a private story.
Yoga was nice, it was a stretching and breathing class, something I needed. At the end we were all on our backs on these elevated pads. Dan came along and put cool wet white washcloths over our eyes. If we wanted a quick neck massage, we put our palms up, as our arms lay beside us.
I've got a birthday gift massage from them that I haven't used, so my palms were defiantly up. Dan's big hands felt great on my neck, as I knew they would.
Shelby brought back my favorite old black coffee cup this morning. I had left it at that recent pool party, and it's been floating around her friends hands, finally landing in hers.
This has been my main drinking cup for many years, since Idaho. I brought it along on every adventure, drinking booze and whatever from it. It was always the last thing I saw at night.
Within minutes of putting a moctail in it today, I knocked it off my table when I spun my chair around, and the handle broke off when it hit the floor.
This could be another message from the other side...
I just put one more moctail in it, and with the handle gone, it's worthless. The old drinking cup is now going in the trash. Goodbye my old enemy.
