Tuesday, April 26, 2005
crunch time
I'm about one month away from going into production on my Market Report TV gig. Everything's looking good... except me. Not that I'm looking that bad; I've got a nice base tan, my beard is finally in shape (though I'll probably shave it off for the show) and my pal Lara at Baba Louise in Ballarad knows exactly how to do my hair. But I really need to shed a few pounds (okay, more than a few) to make up for the pounds the camera will undoubtedly add... and the extra pounds I'm showing without the aid of cameras.
Tomorrow I'm heading down to L.A. for a few days and out to Palm Springs for the Coachella fest and pool time with loads of pals. It will undoubtedly be a debaucherous week, even if I'm only sipping my favorite desert drink, the "Please Mister, Please" (vodka with half tonic half soda one lime and two slices of cucumber) that Shelley and I invented one spring after seeing Olivia Newton-John play the parking lot of an Indian casino in Desert Hot Springs. You can sip a LOT of those drinks when it's open bar at the after-party and you're off your face to start with. They go as well with sunrise as sunset.
So after I get back, it's time to get serious. Which means in addition to eating lots of celery sticks (and little else) I'll probably have to go on the wagon. So if you see me out and about with a beer in my hand, feel free to give me shit. Or, better yet, give me an ice-cold decaffeinated diet beverage. Or even your basic h2o. The one nice thing about the lame kidney stone I suffered through recently was learning to love water all over again. That and having a relatively pleasant experience at the Ballard Swedish Hospital emergency room at 4 am.
Also, I'll be spending even more time at 24 Hour Fatness. Which hasn't been that bad lately. Especially with classes like this..
Tomorrow I'm heading down to L.A. for a few days and out to Palm Springs for the Coachella fest and pool time with loads of pals. It will undoubtedly be a debaucherous week, even if I'm only sipping my favorite desert drink, the "Please Mister, Please" (vodka with half tonic half soda one lime and two slices of cucumber) that Shelley and I invented one spring after seeing Olivia Newton-John play the parking lot of an Indian casino in Desert Hot Springs. You can sip a LOT of those drinks when it's open bar at the after-party and you're off your face to start with. They go as well with sunrise as sunset.
So after I get back, it's time to get serious. Which means in addition to eating lots of celery sticks (and little else) I'll probably have to go on the wagon. So if you see me out and about with a beer in my hand, feel free to give me shit. Or, better yet, give me an ice-cold decaffeinated diet beverage. Or even your basic h2o. The one nice thing about the lame kidney stone I suffered through recently was learning to love water all over again. That and having a relatively pleasant experience at the Ballard Swedish Hospital emergency room at 4 am.
Also, I'll be spending even more time at 24 Hour Fatness. Which hasn't been that bad lately. Especially with classes like this..
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