Friday night Chris and I went Downtown to try out a new Irish pub called the Stout Public House. I read a lot of reviews that praised the place but… I had some ‘issues’
I walked in and noticed quite a few eyes staring at me. I couldn’t help but think, ‘Am I over dressed in my button up black shirt and jeans?’ ‘Do I have something on my face?’ Then I realized it wasn’t my appearance… it was my gender.
There were four females in the place… that number included me and the two female waitresses.
To all my single lady friends… I’ve got a place for you!
I walked to the restroom and received a slew of cat calls. So of course…
I went to the bathroom at least 6 more times before we left.
I wasn’t pleased with the menu. If you only have four ‘Irish’ items on your menu, you aren’t an Irish pub. If you worsen the situation by blending Mexican, Japanese, French, American, and Irish food on the same menu, you should be called by what you really are, Denny’s.
I like Denny’s.
Saturday morning Chris and I went to the… wait for it…
It was pretty sad to walk in and get stuck behind the turnstile with a fingerprint scanner. When I stared at it totally confused, the gym lady behind the counter asked me if I was new.
‘Well, I’ve been a member since 1997 but…I haven’t been in a while.’
‘Over 5 months? That’s how long we’ve had these finger scanners.’
‘Um. More like… 19 months… as a ‘guestimate’. But I’ve been super busy over the last…Um, nearly two years… I had a baby and I broke my leg… legs actually… both… and I couldn’t workout without my legs… oh and the baby too… and my kid has, like, jaundice or something so I couldn’t bring it, I mean, ‘her’ to your babysitting because… uh.. jaundice is, like, contagious so… yeah. Otherwise I would have totally worked out.’ I said as I nodded a little too enthusiastically.
I guess I could have just been honest but I didn’t want her to know I was/am lazy and realistically would much rather be watching Judge Judy than firming my Kim Kardashian sized butt.
She took my gym card and typed in my information then said, ‘You haven’t paid your dues in 6 months. You’d know that if you actually used the card once in a while. How would you like to pay for the back charges? Cash? Credit?’
So, that 33.5 minutes I spent on the treadmill - before I nearly passed out from exhaustion because I was walking almost fast at the breakneck speed of 2.0 - cost me $100.
And yes, 14.75 of those minutes were spent just trying to turn the darn thing on.
I burned at least 20 calories. I’m totally impressed with myself.
Saturday afternoon we celebrated Keira’s first birthday. We had a fabulous time running around the park and watching little miss enjoy her first cake. Congrats to Keira!