Makina Loca. pt 1

Last night I went to see one of my favorite bands - Ricardo Lemvo and Makina Loca. It was amazing.


They did 2 sets. The first was on the big main stage. Of course I couldn't sit still, so I was up dancing around. There was a woman sitting near me who was boppin' in her seat...next thing I know, she was up dancing with me. She and I became fast friends and we danced the mess out of that set. I did it up so hard that I had to buy a dry t-shirt for the next set.

The second set was in a more intimate setting. Before the second set, the trombonist came over to us and introduced himself. Once again, the band was on point and we ended up dancing for two hours straight.

By the time I got home, my body felt like someone had beat it with a bat. It was worth it.

This is a limited recap as it's early in the morning and I am still tired. More details - and pictures will be posted later.

The NMF are coming in this afternoon, if I don't post before then, I'll post next week.

Reality

I got my severance check today. Paid off three credit cards. Set aside rent for the next few months. Paid back some relatives. Now it's living lean until the next big thing kicks off.

I've lived lean before and can do so now. Lots of lentils and brown rice.

The truth is that this is part of the adventure. Laissez les bon temps roulez!

Etiquette

As this was a gym related incident, I was tempted to blog about it only on my weight loss blog. However, etiquette is an utterly fab topic...so here goes:

Gym Etiquette:

If you choose to go the gym first thing in the morning, do us all a favor and hit your pits and crevices with some soap and water before you workout. Night funk combined with gym funk is not fair.

This morning, I got on the elliptical trainer and began my workout. I purposely decided not to workout next to the chick who looked like she swam in her own sweat. Besides my fear of being sprinkled with residual moisture, she just looked like she had that good workout smell.

Instead, I picked a machine next to the dry sistah who was barely doing anything because she was too distracted by her book and the TV. About a minute into the workout, this wave of funk hit me like Mike Tyson did Robin Givens. Nasty butt stinky funk that caused my gag reflexes to kick in. It was coming from the dry sistah on the machine next to me. It was so bad that I had to leave her vicinity with the quickness. I ended up working out on another floor.

Nasty ass woman!

Moral of the story: There's always time for a ho bath.

But I guess that this is payback for what I did to that kid on the L.

True story....
About 5 years ago, I was on the L headed home. I had just started a new diet that increased my fiber input and my gas output. On a crowded train, my stomach started rumbling. I tried as hard as I could to hold it in until I got off. One stop before mine, nature took its course and I let out a silent but deadly. I thought I was safe because the train had pretty much emptied out. Little did I know that there was a kid standing right behind me.

He didn't scream or yell. He just walked around me and looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "Why lady? Why?".