The first day back in the gym after completing a creatine cycle - in other words, back to normal strength - always sucks. I took it easy with basic compound exercises.
Guitar practice was OK. I just wasn't feeling the new song.
Then it was time to go to the PWG show alone because Matt's busy with research papers. But first, a quick database run. At the mall, wearing my Taylor Swift shirt and carrying my guitar as a chick magnet, I got hit on hard by high school chicks while their moms rolled their eyes at it all.
HIGH SCHOOLER: I love your Taylor Swift shirt!
RYAN: Thank you!
HIGH SCHOOLER: I love your guitar!
RYAN: Thank you!
HIGH SCHOOLER: I love your hair!
RYAN: Thank you!
HIGH SCHOOLER: I love you!
RYAN: ... Thank you!
Faith was working at Brookstone. Just when I thought Jazz wasn't working, she arrived to clock in! She was wearing a weird uniform that looked like red scrubs. I think the letters on it read: CCC. Whatever that means. Instead of her usual ponytail, only half her hair was in a ponytail while the rest behind her ears was down. One of those things.
I sat with the Gray Mustache and his son, Mateo at PWG. There's some vendor now that sells hot dogs and burgers outside. A hot dog with everything on it was bomb. There's some cute-faced redhead who's chubby, but not obese, who's been coming for a while. She's in the database. The chick who normally has a flower on her ear, but wasn't wearing one tonight, is renewed in the database as well. Too bad I couldn't bust a #3, though, when I got home because mommy called in sick from work.
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