Boot Camp day #10
Feeling a little rough from staying out late last night I crawl outta bed at 5:30AM and run through the routine.
Get to class and the evidence is unbearably obvious our instructors are struggling. Students have revolted and cease the laser pointers. The right-half of the room grabs the female while the left-half wrestle the male to the ground and stuff his mouth with about 6 muffins (1 chocolate, 2 blueberry, 1 sesame seed and 2 almond) to shut up his crying. The Swiss guy giggles incessantly at the students triumph, he's clearly happy to take part in our coup. Now that the instructors are secured to the office chairs with CAT 5 cables and clear tape we force them to read and recite some equipment manuals while we all leave the facility to grab some breakfast.
My shins are killing me today from all the exercise and rock climbing, so I nix the work-out today.
Somehow a plan is hatched for tonight and I find myself in the lobby waiting for my ride. Damn, this alcohol sure creates some large gaps in my memory. A co-worker calls me and we decide to grab another person to decide where we are going to eat tonight. We settle on Tamba Indian Cuisine. I have had no better Chicken Korma, so tender and the curry was perfect. I also order the whole wheat naan named Tandoori Roti. That was very good naan, again I don't think I've had better. The iced tea was even great, had this fruity aftertaste to it. Afterwards I go on the hunt for a blue Las Vegas baseball cap for my boy. I find a very good one for $10 and browse the t-shirts for a cute one for my wife, but these shirts are lame. We have 14 hours til tomorrow's class since it doesn't start til 11:30AM, yeah! And besides it'll take the instructors that long to chew through the CAT 5 cables anyway. My colleague wants to enjoy the evening by taking-in some gambling...good luck dude. I'm not quite ready to call it a night, I've had 2 good nights of sleep, so I'm good. I press-on towards the New York New York because I hear they have great martinis. We find the bar o' plenty and I order a Cosmopolitan plus 3. The cover band is great too, they tear through Michael Jackson, Beatles, and everything in between flawlessly and with more enthusiasm than the originators. Lotta hookers out tonight BTW, not that I'm buying it's just an observation. My co-worker hooks-up with an estranged Baldwin brother. He's very cool and asks my permission to hit-on my co-worker.
I meet a group of guys from London and we talk about music and music and music. I love the music! We exchange email addys and I direct them to my bands website ( **********. I tell them we're working with a UK label to put our Ep and they tell me that when we make it to Brixton Academy to send a limo for them. Will do.
I tab-out and return to the hotel for sleep.
Get to class and the evidence is unbearably obvious our instructors are struggling. Students have revolted and cease the laser pointers. The right-half of the room grabs the female while the left-half wrestle the male to the ground and stuff his mouth with about 6 muffins (1 chocolate, 2 blueberry, 1 sesame seed and 2 almond) to shut up his crying. The Swiss guy giggles incessantly at the students triumph, he's clearly happy to take part in our coup. Now that the instructors are secured to the office chairs with CAT 5 cables and clear tape we force them to read and recite some equipment manuals while we all leave the facility to grab some breakfast.
My shins are killing me today from all the exercise and rock climbing, so I nix the work-out today.
Somehow a plan is hatched for tonight and I find myself in the lobby waiting for my ride. Damn, this alcohol sure creates some large gaps in my memory. A co-worker calls me and we decide to grab another person to decide where we are going to eat tonight. We settle on Tamba Indian Cuisine. I have had no better Chicken Korma, so tender and the curry was perfect. I also order the whole wheat naan named Tandoori Roti. That was very good naan, again I don't think I've had better. The iced tea was even great, had this fruity aftertaste to it. Afterwards I go on the hunt for a blue Las Vegas baseball cap for my boy. I find a very good one for $10 and browse the t-shirts for a cute one for my wife, but these shirts are lame. We have 14 hours til tomorrow's class since it doesn't start til 11:30AM, yeah! And besides it'll take the instructors that long to chew through the CAT 5 cables anyway. My colleague wants to enjoy the evening by taking-in some gambling...good luck dude. I'm not quite ready to call it a night, I've had 2 good nights of sleep, so I'm good. I press-on towards the New York New York because I hear they have great martinis. We find the bar o' plenty and I order a Cosmopolitan plus 3. The cover band is great too, they tear through Michael Jackson, Beatles, and everything in between flawlessly and with more enthusiasm than the originators. Lotta hookers out tonight BTW, not that I'm buying it's just an observation. My co-worker hooks-up with an estranged Baldwin brother. He's very cool and asks my permission to hit-on my co-worker.
I meet a group of guys from London and we talk about music and music and music. I love the music! We exchange email addys and I direct them to my bands website ( **********. I tell them we're working with a UK label to put our Ep and they tell me that when we make it to Brixton Academy to send a limo for them. Will do.
I tab-out and return to the hotel for sleep.
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