I know it’s time to post when I get the concerned “are you alive?” emails from readers. Well, I’m still here, and it has been a hilarious couple of weeks.
Let’s start with the most cliché shot of Minneapolis ever: the stone arch bridge:
Cee Cee Russell at the Gay 90’s:
There are some hardcore bikers at LA Fitness. I want to buy a vintage canary yellow moped and park it next to this:
What a year.
I started the year as a 3L law student living in a mouse infested apartment building in Whittier.
My weeks were hectic. I spent my time jetting between my last few classes, my internship in the suburbs, tax training, and a public defender clerkship in downtown St. Paul.
Things changed quickly when I secured a permanent position at my company and started working full-time in February. There were also drag shows, long nights at Jetset, and blizzards.
The snow melted and classes ended quietly. Pride came and went, I turned 25, and I finally moved out of my ghettotastic apartment.
Work got busy once I moved. Drag shows and dancing were exchanged for Netflix marathons. I was promoted at work and got good at making brownies and mojitos.
By the time of my Miami trip I was 20 pounds heavier than I was at the beginning of the year.
I took the love handles to Miami anyway, which was fairly epic.
I started personal training at LA Fitness again upon returning, so I was horribly sore once New Year’s Eve rolled around. I was one of the DDs for New Year’s despite the best attempts of some people in our group.
My goals for this year include working harder, spending more time on creative projects, and losing these 20 pounds. Hopefully my grueling morning workouts help me get there.
Ending the year plump and employed isn’t bad, but 2012 will be better.
Things are looking better. My finger finally stopped throbbing, although it started to hurt again at the end of the workday. I go back to the orthopedist tomorrow morning, but I’m not sure if they are going to take out my stitches.
I turned 25 yesterday. My birthday fell on a Saturday this year, but the celebrations were muted because we just had two holiday weekends (July 4th and Minneapolis Gay Pride). I just felt like staying in, eating cheeseburgers and watching the First 48, but of course that didn’t happen.
I will blame law school for my tendency to cram way too much into my day. I was up by 4 a.m. walking the dogs and getting ready for my 5 a.m. personal training session at LA Fitness.
The personal training sessions are strictly 30 minutes long so going that early is starting to feel like a terrible idea. The upshot is that by 7 a.m. I have my workout done, two dog walks behind me, and a fresh cup of Spyhouse coffee as I jet to the office.
I didn’t plan this very well. I biked to work this morning but left work at almost 6 p.m.
This means that it was almost 7:30 when I arrived at home, and I somehow had to do the laundry, cook that “almost expired” chicken and walk the dogs before 8 p.m.
I obviously did not get to bed at 8, which means that I am not going to get 8 hours of sleep before my 5 a.m. personal training session at LA Fitness.
So it is officially hotter in Minneapolis than it is in Miami. Summer is here, the neighborhood looks lush, and my freshness is compromised.
