Hot and Sticky.

Last night I went to check out Steve Aoki at The Whiskey. It was the first big show that I've been to since I saw MSTRKRFT back in the summer, and he did not disappoint. The night was pretty slow to begin with, N and I thought we would be safe if we hit up the bar a little later than usual. We both learned our lesson when we saw MSTRKRFT and by the time the first three DJs had finished, we were both dehydrated, tired, and cranky. It took a vodka redbull or two before the alcohol worked it's magic and I was wide awake and liquored up enough to dance. 

The floor was one big meat market, and some of the merchandise was questionable. I really have to learn to keep my story straight when I cockblock, it doesn't look very convincing when someone sees you tell a guy that the girl her is her girlfriend, only to say to him that she has a boyfriend. Thankfully, I think that the majority of them were high enough not to care. 

By the end of the set, I practically had to peel myself off the person beside me. It probably doesn't sound particularly appealing, but I love that feeling of being spent. When you have danced for the past 4 hours straight, gone through your fair share of vodka tonics and water bottles, felt the bass in pound in your chest, and yelled until you knew you wouldn't be able to speak the next day,

You've experienced contentment. 

sweat it out.

Alright, I own a couple things from Lulu Lemon, I'm not going to lie. It is an undeniable fact that on most girls, they make their ass look fantastic. Unlike most of the people who wear them, however, I actually use them to work out - a foreign concept, I know. Whenever I head to my gym, I feel like I've mistakenly stumbled onto a catwalk or a magazine shoot. Half of the girls who use the gym go while wearing a pound of makeup, their hair perfectly coifed, and have squeezed themselves into something just barely short of a lame catsuit. Whatever happened to shorts and a t-shirt? When I can see your ass-cleavage, your shorts are too short. 

Their faux pas don't stop at their clothing. If I had a dollar for every time I saw some bimbo on a piece of equipment while idly flipping through a rag mag, I would be loaded. If you are doing a proper work out, there is no flipping way that you should be able to concentrate on your poli sci homework, let alone cosmo's latest sex tips. You should be on the verge of falling down the stairs on the way back to the locker room by the time you are finished. If you are going to work out, go hard or go home.

Another thing - while you make look super cute in that brand new outfit of yours, by the end of a session, you should be one hot sweaty mess. Go to Cowboys on a ladies night to pull someone, don't do it in the middle of the track. The only guys who will find that tactic the slightest bit effective are those overly-styled chachis that go to the gym, do two chin ups, down a power shake, and call it a day. The rest of them are actually there to accomplish something, and won't give you the time of day. 

So please, start using that elliptical machine, or get the hell out of my way.