been pretty occupied lately. last weekend i took friday off after seeing midnight watchmen on thursday (review over here), and filled the rest of the weekend with heavy doses of social outings like father’s office, poker, and an M83 concert that was fairly disappointing.

when you see something billed as ‘M83 with the LA philharmonic’, you might think they’ll be playing a whole set together, not taking turns and doing a few songs together at the end. guess what, you’re wrong!

yesterday i did a thing i said i never would — and frankly thought i couldn’t — and got up early to go to the gym before work. it was weird but kinda nice, thinking all day that i’d got it out of the way and could just go home and relax at the end of the day. well, i ended up at work until 9:30 or so, which sort of spoiled that dream. plus since it was so late i ended up at burger king drive thru on the way home. apparently, the world prefers me with a slight gut, as it seems to be conspiring to keep me that way.

OR, this is just the beginning of a new trend where i get huge beefy arms and start wearing tanktops in public (which would require buying tanktops, i suppose. do they sell those the same places they sell regular shirts? i wouldn’t even know. if i had a membership to a regular gym, i could ask someone, but i don’t know any beefcakes). it could be a slippery slope to backwards hats and expensive sunglasses. male jewelry. soul patches. chest waxing. GASP!

kidding, of course. if i can even get to the point where i eat french fries fewer times a week than i lift weights, and can decrease the angle of an imaginary line drawn from my sternum to belly button (currently less than 25 degrees probably, but 0 is ideal), i will consider that the proper amount of life balance.

otherwise i think i’ll probably spend a decent amount of time at home this weekend, because i have the best excuse ever: need wedding money! i’m pretty sure my funching can’t be questioned, especially in borderline cases. i mean sure, it won’t be sweeping shut-in level, but let’s be honest. about every other invite you get to go out for some reason, you’d kind of rather just stay home and watch the colbert report. or top chef. but you’re guilted into it. now i can blame my everlasting love and the american wedding culture. ‘sorry,’ i’ll say, ‘i’d love to join you for margarita mondays at the pinata pit, but saving for that darn wedding.’ in fact, i think i’ll employ that very excuse tonight and skip the art walk downtown, which i’ve been meaning to go to for years. you know, in the name of love though.

wait, did i just fool myself into not doing something i actually wanted to do? man, love can be confusing.