Saturday, November 03, 2007
I like Southgate House...I loved Chuck Prophet. That man totally gets into his music. Slave to the iPod: I've got eight cd cases on my desk I'm in the process of downloading, and I've already taken care of about 12 other discs today. Maintaining a music library is something of a chore... especially considering this collection of music is a statement of my taste - some of it isn't very profound (Crash Test Dummies) but other artists I've saved are definitely more influential (The Beatles and Etta James). I've caught myself searching for songs from the past - important tunes that bring on recollections of yesterday: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Garbage, The Cure. I also dug up some old cds of music I've always wanted but never bought on my own - The Beatles 1 and Paul Oakenfold - he reminds me of that time I went to Vegas and spent a night dancing in a white cloud of dry ice. It was an amazing time, but nights in Vegas always are. I'm jonsing for the clinking sounds of a slot machine and the glittery lights of The Strip. Plans are in motion for an excursion in either March or April - I can't wait. I know by then I will definitely need a getaway to look forward to. Sometimes a girl just needs something to get excited about, and travel has a way of making me feel a little bit more familiar with this great big world of ours. Something about packing up the bags and strutting through the airport concourse to my gate. I've joined a gym again. It's been a long time since I straddled a treadmill - and the body is showing it. So I did the deed - agreed to a one year contract at one of Cincinnati's fine sweat factories - I am looking forward to the intense cardio and the opportunity to tone my muscles. I was a gym bunny once before and I know I can do it again - all it takes is willpower. There IS something about working out, sweating it out and getting the heart racing. I like my new gym- but I don't know how I feel about the personal trainer whom I met with - he asked me if I'd date a younger man. I thought it was a bit forward considering it was our first workout together. He gave me his cell phone number for when I wanted to coordinate future work outs and "anything else we might get into." Well. I guess I should be flattered that a younger man was hitting on me when my hair was pulled back into a bun and I was wearing my workout clothes.