So on Monday when I was at the gym, Bryan asks me if we can go to KFC for dinner. Keep in mind that I have only recently started going to the gym again, and I still feel all the calories from all my meals in the past month weighing down on my soul. So I scream no to KFC obviously, and since I only ever make it to the gym about three times a week when I'm good, I confidently promised that we could go to KFC if I made it to the gym not three, not four, but five times this week.
Needless to say, in the face of unnecessary additional calories, I legitimately made it to the gym Monday through to Friday. Even work somehow slowed down enough that I could leave the office before 6.30 every single day, which almost never happens. And I come up with loads of excuses not to go to the gym too! All the time! There are days when I'm just too tired and too hungry and feeling too bleh and somehow even though all those things were true this week too, it just kind of...happened. I feel like I should feel like a beast, but mostly I'm still in shock that it even happened.
On Friday I had all my fingers crossed that Bryan would forget, or lose track of how many times I had been to the gym. Yeah nope, he remembered. The things he'll remember for KFC. So that's what I did with my Friday night, guys. I celebrated losing all those calories after all those planks and hip abductions and push ups....
By adding KFC calories to my already (let's call it) sufficiently sturdy body. Oh well, it was delicious. And the point really should be that I made it to the gym five times this week. Patting myself on the back.
Okay digression over! Getting back to the point of this post now.
So I was at the gym, taking a shower, which is of course where I do some of my best thinking. And it occurred to me that it's been almost a year since Chester Bennington passed away. It made me sad, of course. The way listening to Linkin Park and Mike Shinoda still makes me feel a little sad and a lot happy at the same time. So I thought about the 20th of July, the anniversary of his death, and wondered how I'd feel on that day. And you know what I realised?
On the 20th of July, I'd be packing to head to the Good Vibes Music Festival in Genting. And you know what? As much as my friends and my brother and I are headed there to have a good time, I'll be celebrating music in Chester's memory on the anniversary of his death. In my opinion, that's a pretty great way to celebrate his life and his amazing talent.
(After all my stress with early bird tickets only being for u-mobile subscribers and finding out I had a friend who was a u-mobile subscriber but who could only get two tickets then finding out regular people could get early bird tickets too, but they were limited and then half an hour before those tickets went on sale found out that another friend wanted to go to then trying to find out her details when she stopped replying at the crucial moment.......
I'm glad we all got our tickets and got out of that experience unscathed. Phew. Now for the stress of planning our alcohol intake. And the number of mattresses we'll be bringing to our Airbnb, meant for 6 people but will of course be holding twice that number of stingy Indians who happily decided to squeeze rather than pay more for hotel rooms.
Just kidding. We're not all Indians.)