I’m not sure where the cut off is from being young.. to someone who’s 80 I’m a young buck but to my 11 yr old cousin I’m half dead already. So I guess perspective is key. Just yesterday I officially joined the Council for the Young Professionals of Central Virginia. I’ve been doing some work with the crew for the past few months and they finally let me in. Woot woot! Anyway, tomorrow night (Thursday) is the semi annual intern and new hire event at The Neighbors Place. Since you may be interested in attending… here’s the lowdown:
Connect. Grow. Live.
The last few months have had some big events but June lineup will be the biggest yet. On June 7th at 4PM join this summers new hires and interns for a super hero extravaganza at The Neighbors Place in Wyndhurst. Then at 5:30 all young professionals are invited to join the fun for drink/food specials. Featured drinks like “Kryptonite”, The Dark Knight and “The Sidekick” (it’s Non alcoholic) PLUS Free Appetizers like Spinach Dip and Crawfish dip.It all begins tomorrow Night at 4PM @ The Neighbors Place - We’ll see you there!
It’s May and you know what that means - Mustache May!!! Tim Grahl has been calling me a woman and on my case to join him in going against the grain of society and good judgment… So here’s to Mustache May and Happy Mustache May 2nd.
A week or so ago Kelly had been tagged by another blogger who asked her 5 questions I commented which also resulted in being asked 5 questions. If you’re up to the challenge, drop a comment on this post and I’ll ask you 5 questions to be answered on your blog of choice.
1. What possessed you to wear a Scottish kilt to your prom?
Great question! It’s a bit of a long story but I’ll try and sum up as much as possible. Senior year was tumultuous and the reigning class officers were being ridiculous when it came to the Prom. My good friend Mike Brown and I thought it would be really cool if we let them know in a “civil disobedience” kind of way that our attire (not dress) was reflective of our thought on the mockery that it became. Our moms were handy with the needle and thread so we asked about making some authentic highland wear. We asked our dates to buy dresses that matched our plaids. It was a really incredible time. The evening also featured waiter style service at the Golden Arches and some great photo ops on the play land. Surprisingly, this was a huge highlight compared to the year before when I started showing signs of Mononucleosis during dinner and by the time the sun came up the next day my neck had swollen to 3 times it’s normal size.
2. What TV show would you like to live in for a year?
This is a tough one. Right off the bat I think Scrubs. I’d definitely want to hang with “Brown Bear” and the rest of the crew but then I think about past shows that I’ve loved. The Hulk, The A-Team and Quantum Leap… To travel the county looking for a cure to my genetic mutation/ evading the authorities, accused of a crime I didn’t commit/ trying to find my way back home while helping people and kicking some serious butt very cool. Or what would it be like to replace Alex P. Keaton on Family Ties?
3. If you had the choice between being stuck with a “sitting bull” mullet or flock of seagulls hairdo for the rest of your life…which would you choose? ( I realize you have already tried the mullet…but….)
I don’t know that I’ve tried the Mullet.. I’d like to think I’ve conquered or mastered it. So I’m opting for the Flock of Seagulls.
4. Wing or breast man?
Is this a question?? Please, a breast man, of course. I’m pretty sure this is the part where I use words like “succulent” and comparisons to when KFC used to be Kentucky Fried Chicken, the days before the Pamela Anderson protests, but I won’t get into all that. We are talking about chicken, right?
5. Would you like to be a guest host for BEST WEEK EVER or SNL?
This is easy, SNL. It’s a dream of mine to walk on to that stage. The greats have been there; Belushi, Martin, Chase, Murray, Farley, Goodman, Walken and Timberlake. To join those ranks would be heavenly, I would compare that feeling to The Red Sox winning the 2004 ALCS against the Yankees. Such joy, such elation. The scary part was I might totally freeze. Once in high school, I got to play baseball on the Hall of Fame Field - it was the worse game of my life. All I could think about was all of my baseball heroes playing on this field for the past 60-some-odd-years. I was overwhelmed and had the worst game of my life.
If you think you have a bug on your face.. don’t freak out and punch yourself in the jaw.
I’ve just recently jumped back into the gym. Ok, maybe not jumped, but definitely sauntered. (but not sashayed) The facility is overwhelming which always great when you’re the new guy. My favorite part is that when I walk into the main area everyone gives you the thousand mile stare and also passing judgment, “I’m in better shape that that guy”. So when I finally get comfortable with the surroundings I’ll still have the “look” to look forward to.
So how is the “Y” trying to kill me? The dang Treadmills!! On one specific day, a certain treadmill had my number. I ascended the machine and then put the correct speed that I was used to. Walking along for just a breif moment when all of a sudden the traction got shifty and i slipped a little. No big deal, maybe I wasn’t paying attention. I got so locked into the Today show hat I wasn’t aware of my surroundings. And then it happened again. this time I almost lost it and had to grab onto the sides to make sure I didn’t bite it. To let you know I’m surrounded by other runners and health nuts on all sides. I’m feeling a bit embarrassed (which is a really wild thing) but i give it one more shot and keep going. The treadmill attacks yet a third time this time nearly launching me backwards into some 120 lb woman who I’m sure was laughing and then was scared beyond belief with he thought of me making an entrance onto her machine. So I did the only thing I could do… retreat. This monster was too much for a mortal to beat. i switched machines and the world was returned to order.
As for Tim Grahl… He’s been incredible to lend me a bike of his (it’s a Redline Monocog) and this past Monday we got together to take a “stroll” on the Black Water Creek Trail. I’ve just recently been introduced to this route and it’s gorgeous. We headed out with my brother Ryan and Canadian Import Alex and headed down the 3.5 miles to the downtown area. The ride wasn’t hard, the day was incredible. and we made it downtown joking on the way about if I had to live out doors I’d probably live underneath a bridge by the black water creek trail. When we hit downtown (half way through on our adventure) we headed back on the Point of Honor Trail. Again, great day and lots of laughs. But now we’ve biked 5+ miles and I haven’t been on a bike in 8 years and Tim starts checking in with me, “Dan, are you ok?” Yes, of course I’m fine.. but sitting on this seat is the equivalent to balancing a pizza on a nickel. So we head on. While on the trail we all seem to notice that the birds have stopped chirping and that the silence is deafening. Tim starts to mention that on this part of the trail is where he worries about getting injured because no one would find him. THANKS TIM!! I’m from Boston. Sometimes nature is amazing, sometimes the sheer spectacle of creation leaves me awestruck… and sometimes I get the feeling that I went on a canoing trip with Ned Beatty and a couple of banjo’s! We press on through the proposed rape victim area and make it back to some civilization. Just as we’re getting back to the original trail we see a glorious (albeit man made) waterfall and it was pretty cool actually.
Tim checks in again (for the 400th time), “Dan, are you ok?”
This time I respond differently. “No, I’m not ok”
Tim: “Why, what’s wrong?”
Me: “I have a huge gut and it’s not letting me ride this bike!”
That got him laughing, so it was fun and we returned to the parking lot and then the slight chaffing that is never realized until the end of any trip (see going to the beach or hiking) I was just so glad it wasn’t just me. it’s incredible out here in Virginia now so get outdoors or meet me at the treadmill at the YMCA and we can battle it together.
For the life of me I’m having trouble figuring out why the bike seats are so small. Somebody help me.
