Friday night

Ah, Friday nights at the gym. It's been a while. Nice to see some things never change; the young and buff still try and get once last invigorating workout in before going out drinking. This, while I wax apoplectic on the eliptical machine, praying I raised my blood sugar levels adequately with the ice cream I guzzled before shlepping over to the gym.
I should talk. Michael and I are going to try a new joint at UBC tonight: Mahony's Irish pub. My grandmother says it's nice and I'll take her word, given that she's been to Lumiere and West, whereas I get taken to, oh, the Cheshire. Good times.