It's 8:30PM and still 74 degrees outside. wowsers. Today I decided that I should finally go and pick up my gym membership card. I've been meaning to do this since (gasp) January...I drove over after work, took a left towards the parking garage and lo and behold were these huge *gold* gleaming letters exclaiming "entrance" and "exit." Me finks this club has too much money (especially after last year's renovations).
Anyway, I get a little nervous about even going to such swanky, over-the-top places, but hey, it's free thru work, so why not. I park, get out and I'm already getting uncomfortable...I've never been one of those matching outfits kind of girls. I go to workout dammit. I'm not there to show off my latest outfit. I digress. After walking up the stairs from the garage, which resemble Macchu Picchu (seriously!) I got to the lobby there are two towel boys there at the front desk...
me: Hi, I need to get a membership card...
him: Will you need towels?
me: Um...no I'm here to get my membership card
(as if I didn't feel guilty enough for not actually working out. The last time I went to the club, I think it was for a massage...ha!)
him: *blink, blink* no towel?
me: no...ah, um, so where do I get a membership card?
him: over at the concierge's desk
at the concierge desk:
me: hi...I'm here to get my membership card
him: will you be working out or are you leaving?
me: I just climbed macchu picchu, I'll be leaving after I pick up my card...thanks
him: *blink, blink*
I have my card, it's been activated to charge against and I'm good to go...or am I?
I went home to work on this:

83 degrees and I work on this!But oh yes, before descending the great stairs of Macchu Picchu once again, I made a quick stop in the Spa and made an appointment for a massage. A girl has to treat herself, doesn't she? ^_~