Very funny, as usual. Even when you're ranting, you're entertaining.
I love gospel music, and I'm not even Christian. Someone told me recently that the melodies can be played on only the black keys of a piano. I have yet to check that out. Hang on, lemme try it with Amazing Grace.... Yup! in F sharp. So back to you, or wait, was it me? Right, me. I loathe gyms of any kind. Maybe what I need is some good old Gospel music to get me in the mood for exercising in a room full of smelly, body obssessed, counting humans. I think I would prefer being in a church though, another place I rarely go. But, you do you!
I appreciate that, thank you. I'm the biggest sinner in this conversation if I said I can tell the difference between Comedy Open Mic and Rant.
You know, for someone who's not Christian, you're a helluva judge. = }
Organ obsessed, if anything, but even that's an exaggeration. But all that stuff we can't see like lungs, heart, kidneys, liver, et cetera, is why I'm in there every day.
You're the best Owasco, thank you.
It's my pleasure.
So, since I feel like I may have offended you, and offending someone will soon be illegal if its not already, I want to tell you something.
The real reason I don't go to gyms is because I never feel like I'm up to snuff on the fashion requirements.
Offend me?!? Do you, WHAT! Have mercy on your soul!
No way. Especially if I post in rant or comedy, I promise you can't get through my skin. I love me some Owasco visits, really. You hold a special place here so when I make you laugh, I did something good.
OMGod, such a fashion show. I don't wanna sound too braggy but as you know we've been around a little bit so I've been in a lot of them. San Mateo, California and Rome, Italy... I swear the girls in there rock $800 uniforms daily and never rock the same one twice.
I'm the dude in the same shorts as yesterday, grass stained shoes cuz I mowed the yard and earbuds that won't go loud enough!
I didn't really feel I had offended you. Ok maybe a teensy bit, so good to know. I won't hold back anymore.
I sure don't mind the compliments though man. Thanks for the appreciation and sweetness! It's mutual.
I have to confess that I do go to a gym, the local Y, to take tai chi classes. For that one, I have a slew of shoes, not for the look, but so that I can better do it. Anything helps there, anything. I try one pair for a week or two, decide they suck, and order another pair. The latest pair, a jazz shoe and not delivered yet, cost me quite a bundle. We'll see. If I can't use them for tai chi, they'll come in handy when I'm in a musical. All the kids wear them, so I'll be really hip.
I don't know why tai chi works so well. Even though I have no idea what I am doing, and I keep my eyes glued on the instructor because I can't remember anything (it all looks the same to me), and I am about as relaxed as a rabid dog, I felt significantly stronger after the first few classes. My balance is much better. And the best part? 90% of the students are over sixty. I fit right in. Except for the shoes.
Do you have any idea how difficult it was to read that and not instinctually say chai tea to myself all three times I read tai chi?!
Impossible. That's how. And now this water sucks. Damn you, pensioner!
Sorry. I understand. I hate chai tea. ugh ugh ugh.