Prez Day weekend was busy but good– we dogsat my friends’ rambunctious corgi and then I kinda overdid the exercising with walking, riding, and hot yoga. I started getting mild shin splints and knee sensitivity, so now I’ve cut back to 12k steps/day instead of 13k. Still leading the pack. Hee, hee. 😉

We also finished Entourage finally– goddamn, Sloan has got to be one of the hottest women on earth!! It’s just not right. Aside from that, the series finale was lame. They should have called it quits two seasons prior. Oh well, thank goodness I still have Nashville, with Deacon who’s landing a spot on my Freebie Five.

What else. Oh shit. On Monday, my beloved Remy nearly choked to death. Fucking A. She ate some food too fast and started choking. Holy shit. I was in the kitchen. I put down their food bowls then a minute later, she stumbled, lost her balance, and toppled over on her side. Her eyes went totally dead. I put my fingers in her mouth and started removing all the food, but I could see she couldn’t breathe. I started pressing on her chest, nothing. Tried massaging her throat. Nothing. Then John came over and lifted her up and kinda jostled her a few times. Nothing shot out, but she started breathing again. Fuck, it was so scary, because I knew we wouldn’t have time even to drive her to the vet. Afterwards, she just lay there in the kitchen totally wiped out, and I just started shaking and crying. It was really scary. She turns 15 next month, but shit, I just can’t lose her yet… ever. She’s been with me through EVERYTHING. Ugh.

So man, only like a fourth of the students showed up for mental skillz class last night. Fucking slackers. Valentine’s Day. Big f-ing deal, people. It’s not like it’s Chinese New Year. Sheesh. I’m shocked how many people get sucked into this Hallmark holiday. Hubs and I keep it simple: we exchange cards, and he got me a bar of fancy nougat and truffles. But the candy was more just because I’m on a nougat bender. Since my buddy P is such a nougat monster, last week I shuttled down some uber gourmet French and Italian stuff… it was gone in a matter of minutes, and now we’re all hooked. Do you know where I can buy the really good stuff in bulk? Otherwise, I may need to start a production line at home. Yeah, FitBit is making me ravenous. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I were preggers (Yikes!!).

LGB was a riot. Packed itinerary, as expected. No crazy stories like last time regarding nabbing phone thieves and such, but we had a solid good time. I was worried about clocking in my FitBit steps, so I overcompensated. But hell, after four hours of dancing at the salsa club, I ended up scoring a personal record of 14,500 steps!! Yippee! Still #1 on my FitBit leaderboard a month and a half later! Another friend at work just joined last weekend. Maybe now I’ll have some real competition. Either way, I’m gonna be needing new shoes pretty soon, because my soles are wearing thin, clocking 6 miles a day!

My friend G (who recently moved to Seattle) flew into LGB, and we hung with my Peruvian bud P. Well most of G’s wardrobe is still packed up in storage, so she brought this one dress for the salsa club. Well fuck. That dress ended up being the same length, similar color scheme, and similar color blocking as the dress I packed! Totally unplanned. And on top of that, both of us are Chinese with long hair and bangs!! As we started getting ready, my friend Pamela took a look at our dresses and said, “Oh hell no, I’m not showing up at the club with the bopsie twins.” Long story short, I was coerced into wearing one of P’s dresses. Fortunately, it was not super short and tight like her other dresses, but STILL. Fucking leopard print. Interestingly, I have never been asked to dance so many times in my life. Who knew? Guys (at least those at the club) have a thing for animal print. I feel like I just learned one of life’s little secrets. Haha.

Mental skills class was last night. On my way to the train station, some dude passed me on the sidewalk while I was listening to my Spanish tracks (without headphones). Later at the station, he started chatting me up (inviting me to happy hour in Palo Alto or something) and man, he reeked of booze. He insisted that he heard me listening to Chinese tracks.

No dude. I was listening to Spanish. But sure, I guess the two languages sound pretty similar??!! NOT! Bizarro.

My coworkers and I hit a local pool hall the other day. The place had a little bit of everything… food, drinks, fuss ball, pool, pinball, a jukebox, and a boxing stand! The only thing missing was a karaoke room. 🙁

It was a pretty interesting place… tons of pool tables and lots of big burly, Harley dudes. Also, there was a bad ass, tatted-up, tough chick wearing leather/chains… she spent about two hours punching the boxing bag. We were all watching her thinking, “Shit, don’t mess with that woman. She’s big time agro.” I had queued all my teenie-bop songs on the jukebox (Madonna, Carly Rae Jepsen, BBD, Pet Shop Boys), and tough chick kept going in and mucking the song lineup, moving her Metallica shit to the top. WTH? I know she was wanting to fight me!

At the end of the night, she finally left and a few of us were super intrigued. So we gave the boxing stand a try! I didn’t think I’d be into the violence, but hell, punching the bag was pretty goddamn liberating!! I only took two swings, but I got a pretty decent score. And my friend, man, he is a beast. He just walked up and plowed that thing. Long story short, I just signed on to a kickboxing Groupon at a boxing gym down the street. Haha. That’s right: float like a butterfly, sting like a bee…

I also busted out my henna on Sunday while John watched the SB. What do you think of this tat? Sorry to show you my foot. Just focus on the art. Can you tell what it is?? Yup, I’m getting into the zone for possible tats this weekend in LGB.