- Our firm moved offices last weekend. The new space is nice. However, the gym in the building is atrocious. It's sometimes hard enough to motivate to run or lift without having to do so in a depressing space. Solution - join a gym. After scoping out some options, I decided on the gym at The Fairmont Hotel. It's, um . . . plush. Indoor saltwater lap pool . . . new, modern equipment . . . duel shower heads in the showers (including a rain-shower) . . . and paleo menu available from Juniper (the restaurant at the Fairmont). You walk-in, tell them you'd like the salmon with cauliflower at 2:00; and when you are done with the workout, it's waiting for you. Best part, the place is usually nearly empty mid-afternoon when I go. It makes it a pleasure getting my swell on . . . I just hope I don't get too big (sarcasm alert).
- I ran into Mohammad El-Erian on the street this morning. In person, he looks like Baba Booey with a bad case of The HIV. If I saw him walking down the street and was told he was either (a) one of the greatest financial minds of our time; or (b) an insane homeless dude in a donated suit from Goodwill, I'd prolly vote the latter.
- Earlier in the week, I pulled tickets for Game 2 of the ALCS tomorrow afternoon at 4:00. Then, this morning, I figured, why hit up Game 2 when you can hit up Games 1 and 2? Stubhub is my friend. I intentionally chose seats in the upper, upper (like, upper) deck for tonight because of the 100% chance of rain. I want to be under the overhang so that my beer does not get wet. (I mean, when you are drinking Miller Lite, you need protect the deliciousness from any and all potential impurities, including rain water). If all goes well, Games 1 and 2 will go off on schedule, and I'll be able to catch Sunday NFL. Worst case, I spend Sunday at the Yard. Either way, for the first time in several weeks, I'll have a weekend free of work-related nuisance.
LET'S GO O's!