I went to the gym this morning, where I ran, because I like to torture myself. I’m clearly not right in the head. I go to the gym three times a week, where I deliberately strain, puff, sound like a small rhino on a treadmill, and I can show no positive results. All my pounds are still here. But Couch to 5 is working – I can actually run now during my intervals. For me five miles per hour is running. I am short and I’m dragging two bags of Old Roy in extra weight. Leave me alone.
I was invited to a girls’ night out and we went to see Magic Mike. I really enjoyed it. My favorite part wasn’t the sexy men – although they were quite sexy – but I am a dance junkie and Chaning Tatum did this really awesome dance toward the end of the movie. It was sick.
There is not much of a story, but I enjoyed it, especially since it was my first visit to Alamo’s Drafthouse. Also, the dialogue was really well written.
Also, Entertainment Weekly has an awesome gallery of Magic Mike images.
When Kid 2 found out which movie I was going to see, I was treated to this musical number:
Hey, I just met you
And this is crazy
But you’re Channing Tatum
So have my baby.
I pointed out that there might be some biological issues with him having her baby, but she was undeterred.
Here is a little video for you. We were treated to it before the movie.
Nalini Singh sent me an email and the email said, “Hey I’ll give you Archangel Storm in exchange for Gunmetal Magic.” Obviously this is an awesome trade for me, so I jumped on it. And that’s when I realized I missed the Dmitri story, because I was living in the bottom of a deep dark cave that had words STEEL’S EDGE on it. So I got it and I read it! Late at night. It took me two days, because I had to get some sleep.
The book was excellent, as always. Poor Dima. I’ll let you know how the ARC turns out.
The book of Doom is turned in, so now I will work on Kate. And that’s most of my news. How was your weekend?