Just a few days ago at FAU I decided to accompany a friend to the gym and try to do as much as she did. We'll call her *Sam.
Now you know how gyms are full of TV's so people can try to forget that they're working out as they work out, our gym is no exception. All the treadmills and elliptical machines have little TVS that you can plug headphones into to listen as you march away. I found a movie playing on my little TV, Failure to Launch, I think, and ended up spending an entire hour watching it as I worked out.
Near the end of my hour of cardio, a commercial came on that spelled doom for my workout. It was a Mc'Donalds commercial, where they showed me the most glorious perfect looking Big Mac.
I knew I had to have it.
By the end of our workout session, we were both starving. Sam suggested we go to the nearby CVS to get some fruit, since the school cafeteria's closed by 10pm. As we pulled off campus, we started talking about nudists. From the topic of nudists, we somehow got to talking about ice cream. Don't ask me how I can't figure it out either. Anyhow, talking about ice cream made us crave it, and being friends, we naturally tend to make bad decisions when we're with each other.
Our innocent fruit run had become a Baskin Robin run. We wanted ice cream so bad. As we drove Boca looking for some sort of ice cream parlor, I saw a billboard for, you guessed it, Mc'Donalds.
I nearly screamed that we should go to Mc'Donald's instead. Sam agreed reluctantly at first, but really got into it when I said there was $1 ice cream cones. She wanted a mc'flurry. So we cruised around some more, determined to find a Micky-D's and ended up in Deerfield Beach before we found one.
I convinced Sam to try a Big Mac, so we order 2 big macs, a medium fries, a milk shake and an ice cream cone.
When we got up to the window, Sam's eyes nearly bugged out when she saw the ice cream. You know how Mickey-D's does it. A foot tall tower of ice-cream balanced perfectly in a swirl. After we got the rest of our order, we pulled into the parking lot to chow down. A little confusion over who's big mac was who's, since mine was without onions but we were starved. I looked at the big mac in my hand and it was just as mouthwateringly good looking as the one in the commercial. After 2 bites though, I realized it was the one with onion and Sam had the one without. XD
We switched sandwiches and chowed down like there was no tomorrow, knowingly undoing all our hard work at the gym, but it was worth it.
After our Mc'Donalds fiasco, we pulled up to a gas station and bought a cig from the little window. Spent the next 20 minutes looking sketch smoking in a car in a dark parking lot. I tried to relearn how to blow smoke rings, while Sam showed off her mad skills.
All in all, it was a good night.
I want another Big Mac.
*In my blog, all names of people I interact with might be changed*
Now you know how gyms are full of TV's so people can try to forget that they're working out as they work out, our gym is no exception. All the treadmills and elliptical machines have little TVS that you can plug headphones into to listen as you march away. I found a movie playing on my little TV, Failure to Launch, I think, and ended up spending an entire hour watching it as I worked out.
Near the end of my hour of cardio, a commercial came on that spelled doom for my workout. It was a Mc'Donalds commercial, where they showed me the most glorious perfect looking Big Mac.
I knew I had to have it.
By the end of our workout session, we were both starving. Sam suggested we go to the nearby CVS to get some fruit, since the school cafeteria's closed by 10pm. As we pulled off campus, we started talking about nudists. From the topic of nudists, we somehow got to talking about ice cream. Don't ask me how I can't figure it out either. Anyhow, talking about ice cream made us crave it, and being friends, we naturally tend to make bad decisions when we're with each other.
Our innocent fruit run had become a Baskin Robin run. We wanted ice cream so bad. As we drove Boca looking for some sort of ice cream parlor, I saw a billboard for, you guessed it, Mc'Donalds.
I nearly screamed that we should go to Mc'Donald's instead. Sam agreed reluctantly at first, but really got into it when I said there was $1 ice cream cones. She wanted a mc'flurry. So we cruised around some more, determined to find a Micky-D's and ended up in Deerfield Beach before we found one.
I convinced Sam to try a Big Mac, so we order 2 big macs, a medium fries, a milk shake and an ice cream cone.
When we got up to the window, Sam's eyes nearly bugged out when she saw the ice cream. You know how Mickey-D's does it. A foot tall tower of ice-cream balanced perfectly in a swirl. After we got the rest of our order, we pulled into the parking lot to chow down. A little confusion over who's big mac was who's, since mine was without onions but we were starved. I looked at the big mac in my hand and it was just as mouthwateringly good looking as the one in the commercial. After 2 bites though, I realized it was the one with onion and Sam had the one without. XD
We switched sandwiches and chowed down like there was no tomorrow, knowingly undoing all our hard work at the gym, but it was worth it.
After our Mc'Donalds fiasco, we pulled up to a gas station and bought a cig from the little window. Spent the next 20 minutes looking sketch smoking in a car in a dark parking lot. I tried to relearn how to blow smoke rings, while Sam showed off her mad skills.
All in all, it was a good night.
I want another Big Mac.
*In my blog, all names of people I interact with might be changed*
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