I often find myself inspired to write things at 3am when I come from an interesting night out on the town. Last night was no different, however, I opted for some much needed sleep instead. And when my biological clock decided that it would be a good idea to wake up at 8am, I threw on some clothes and pissed and moaned all the way to my computer for some Sunday morning ramblings.
The gal who cuts my hair is a hoot. Her name is Lisa and she has decided that she and I should be best friends and now she wants me to be her running coach. Of course, Lisa is in her mid 40s, married with kids, and what brought on this desire to be my best friend is that I "have the most incredible eyes I have ever seen and just think that says a lot about a person." And the running idea simply came because she has been ripping out carpet in her home and her body hurts, so she decided she needs to work out more and asked what I do to stay healthy. For some reason she didn't buy the "smoke a lot of crack and follow a strict diet of vodka and olives." I can't imagine why.
Yesterday was the Christopher and Banks MS Walk for the Cure and I agreed to walk in it with one of my best friends whose aunt passed from this disease. Ever get that feeling where you are doing something good and you just get so overcome with the emotions of the moment that you find yourself choking back tears? Yeah, that is what it was like when the walk started and I saw survivors, friends, family members, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, neighbors, pets, complete strangers walking with a deeply rooted desire to find a cure. So I sucked down some more of my mocha, made a crack about it getting cold, and walked stride for stride with some of the bravest people you may ever meet. Determination.
Perhaps one of my favorite things to do that I don't do enough is go out to breakfast. We agreed that since we just did something that made our souls feel so good, omelets were in order. Off to Taste for what was one of the best breakfast experiences I have ever had. My basil, eggplant, parmesan, and tomato egg concoction, paired with some of the finest home fries I have ever tasted and some crispy bacon made the morning perfect. It also helped that it is a good spot for pretty people watching. And as one of my friends was in mid conversation, something caught my attention and my friends totally called me out on it. "Oh, he is so not listening to us anymore." At least I can admit it.
The last thing that I feel compelled to discuss is the importance of the perfect black shirt. An essential part of every wardrobe, the black shirt can be paired with some nice dress pants for a very euro-shiek look or worn with a pair of hot jeans for a night out at your favorite club. I have spent the bigger part of a year trying to find the perfect black shirt and I think I came pretty close with my purchase yesterday. I decided to test it last night and wore it out with a favorite pair of Chip and Pepper jeans (you have a sexy bum) and it was a success. Lots of compliments, including being stopped on my way out as someone grabbed my bum and said, "you're hot." I spun around, grabbed his arm, looked him in the eyes, simply said "thanks" and walked out the door. Affirmation.
Be well, friends. And here's to that person who notices your black shirt!
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