So yeah, I guess I’ve been a little remiss in updating lately.

I’ll try ta catchup.

Last night, marv, cf and I jammed for only about the second time (all three of us) this year. On a positive note, we sat down at the end of the night and made a list of songs to learn and a progress schedule to follow.

I thought we had a whole bunch of songs ready to play, but it turns out there are only 14. So over the next two months or so, we’re going to attempt to move that up to 40. Let’s hope we can do it. I have noticed that the songs get more fun as we become comfortable with them. From now on, it’s three new toons a week until we’re a room-tilting, bar-bashing, beer-chuggin’, full-tilt Celtic pub band, y’hear?

(Hey, a guy has a right to embellish, no?)

Afterwards, I went home and woke up at about 5:30 this morning with severe pain in my elbows. This was due to my first trip to the gym (the Y) in about 6 months on Wednesday night. I worked out VERY lightly, and yet I’ve never felt joint pain like this in my life, ankle and knee sprains excluded. It feels like the insides of my joints have been smashed and bruised to bits. I guess this body is undeniably aging. What’s next? Sitting in the metro farting and picking my nose because I’m too old and eccentric to care or even be aware of what anyone might be thinking of me? Oh wait, I already do that...

Anyway, back to the Y. I went with Pinky (er, politika -- I think it’s about time I introduced her properly, she’s been around here for a few months now), who attended an orientation session while I fought the crowds of posers, jocks, bimbettes and true-health seekers for positions on the machines or weight benches, of which there were few. It’s a nice place, but 6:30 on a weeknight ain’t a good time to go, I’ll tell you that much.

Afterwards, we went for a swim in the salt-water pool and a soak in the tourbillon; and yes, it’s true what mystie says: there was a young blonde girl who appeared to be eyeing the two of us. She gazed at us while we talked, smiling at me once, and then continued to watch us as we returned to the locker room. I really don’t know whether she simply thought we looked like people she wanted to get to know, or whether she really wanted to get some “poontang" as mystie said. However, better *her* making eyes at us than the crazy old crank yelping in the other pool and playing air-guitar for the lifeguards (come to think of it, that’ll probably be me in about 50 years).

Later that night, and the next morning, I discovered that working out seems to increase my sexual responsiveness. Who knew? Damn -- I shoulda gone back to working out months ago! Too bad I have jello elbows.

Tuesday of last week was a jam with my “mistress" band, as cf calls it. For the first time, all four of us were there to jam the originals. It sounded pretty good, and we all enjoyed it. It made me excited about the project again, and re-ignited my belief in the songs. I honestly think we can do something good.

Oh, and drummer finally wrote lyrics for a song. They’re a fun reminiscence on the days of our youth together, backed up by a catchy tune we wrote 6 years ago and that gets into your head and stays there. Well, it stays in my head anyway, and granted, my head has a lot of open space in which things can stay.

On that note, have a good weekend everyone.

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