Dinhternet

So I haven’t been stick­ing to my fit­ness plans at all over here in MN. it’s actu­ally harder, because in Davis, I was lim­ited by money and acces­si­bil­ity of food, so with lim­ited options, it was eas­ier to go with healthy choices. Now, I’m sur­rounded by unhealthy choices, and my fam­ily keeps push­ing me to fin­ish things. Despite my set­backs in that depart­ment, though, the week­end was awe­some. Got to chill, played a lot of Rock Band, and I’m now com­fort­able with medium on every­thing except drums, which I con­tinue to suck at. Hand-eye coör­di­na­tion just isn’t my thing. That’s why I did wrestling in high school rather than any sport with a ball.

Last night, Chi Ba and Mike E took me out to see an Irish band at an Irish bar in the down­town area. The only Irish music I had really lis­tened to before was Flog­ging Molly, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Turns out, the band — Paddy Wagon — is pretty cool. It’s offi­cially six men, but I believe I counted more last night, Chi Ba said some­times they have so many peo­ple that some of them can’t fit on stage and have to stand off to the side and play. Their set is mostly Irish folk songs, and audi­ence par­tic­i­pa­tion is strongly encour­aged. Some­times it’s just clap­ping along, but in one song, every time they say, “Alice,” the audi­ence responds, “Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?!” In another song, every time the wife in the song calls the hus­band, the audi­ence responds, “Hey, what?!” But as peo­ple get drunker, it turns into things like, “What bitch?!” How can you go wrong with enter­tain­ment like that?

Any­way, I start work at 6:30 tomor­row, so I gotta go to sleep extra early tonight.