The day of the five dollar lunch is becoming extinct. Unless your settling for mystery meat hamburgers and greasy fast food fries (which are curiously delicious when fresh), it's hard to find a decent lunch under five bucks.
Today I went to Chipotle for lunch. I knew that I would spend more than five dollars, but this place is becoming outrageously over priced. I ordered a chicken burrito with black beans (my usual), no sour cream, no guac, no beverage, and nothing out of the ordinary = $7.29. I remember a time when that same Chipotle burrito was $5.35... what the f*ck! And to add insult to injury, half the time they ignore my polite request for VERY LITTLE RICE PLEASE! Today she gave me pinto beans when I asked for black beans. One of these days I'm going to ask for African American beans... (aka "black" beans).
Hey, I know it's not easy to do what they do, and deal with the public. But I'm paying $7.29 for a burrito that is 70 percent rice, 30 percent everything else.
Anyway, I made it to the gym today. First time in months. At my age, I consider any physical activity that makes me sweat a "workout". Some of these activities include but are not limited to; yard work, housecleaning, speed walking, and washing my car.
I had a good workout today. As I was on the treadmill sweating like at fat man in hell and rocking out to my ipod, I was daydreaming about how I might bring sexy back. I have my moments... if I could loose a little of this gut, tone up, and get some clothes that enhance my good parts and hide the bad. I believe that I can bring sexy back... well, at least once in awhile.
I have cut down on my diet soda consumption by 30 percent, but I have increased my coffee consumption by 40 percent. What gives? I'm drinking a small cup of coffee about 3 or 4 times a week. Imagine how much I'll drink when the weather turns cold. I'm a little worried that it will stain my teeth. I can't bring sexy back with yellow (or should I say yellower) teeth.
And finally, I'm stoked about all the good magazines I've received in the mail lately. Writer's Digest, Sport Illustrated college football preview, Paste, and the Writer. I'm looking forward to crawling into bed with my magazines and my imagination (I'm a semi-famous writer and local celebrity that writes about sports and mass media). Problem is, I'm also a quarter of the way through a very good book (I Can't Believe I'm Still Single, a memoir by my BFF Eric Schaeffer), and I don't know if I'll get to bed early enough to read everything. The dirty dishes and the clutter will have wait another day.
"All the guys that really have the money, are too old to party and get dirty... too old to turn the women on, too old to have a fast car and drive it."
- Porno for Pyros