According to Gonz: Music of the Night

Dear Reader,

Today, or I guess yesterday by this point, has been a busier day. I managed to pull myself out of bed at 10 o'clock (Hey that is super early for the average college student) and decided to keep my run short; forty-five minutes seemed good enough. Post-run I realized that I have one of the most fragile bodies of any twenty-year old guy.I have already managed to develop six blisters on my feet from a mere three days of light exercise. One was huge and in-between two of my toes which I decided to pop since it was forcing me to walk around like a cripple. That is something any normal person would do. Second, due to my paranoid and germaphobic nature, I decided to cover the open sore with hydrogen peroxide. That is something any normal person would probably have enough sense not to do. The minute I started to pour the stuff I began to second guess myself, "I wonder how much this is going to hurt?". Upon contact I immediately started biting my lip to keep myself from yelling out "Gosh Darn It", "Holy Cow", "Sweet Baby Jesus", and other such profanities.

After my post-run recovery I decided to go get something to eat. The original restaurant I had planned on going to ended up being closed so I stopped at this place called Simone's Bar. All the decor in the place is made of recycled parts from about anything you can imagine. The backing of the booth I sat at consisted of old car seat belts and the table was lit-up with the board of an old pinball machine. The food was decent, but I mean it is a bar after all so what did you expect. Still the atmosphere is worth giving the place a visit alone.

Finally decided to head home since my grandpa and I were going to my cousin's band concert that evening. Rush hour traffic turned a thirty minute drive into an hour nap for myself, but we finally made it in one piece. While my 6th grade cousin prepared for his concert, I found myself entertaining his younger twin brothers. I went from playing "lego death match" with one twin to discussing the meaning of life with the other. Sure this is an exaggeration, but I still can't help but laugh at how different they are. Anyways, the concert ended up being decent, but I mean it is a 6th grade band concert so what did you expect. Everyone is still learning their instruments and how to play as a group. It's always fun to see the progression that everyone makes though, so I hope that he sticks with it. After dinner we all headed to my Uncle's house where we all decided to hang out till about 12:30 in the morning despite the fact that everyone was exhausted. We were in that weird guest/host limbo where the hosts don't want to tell you to leave, while the guests don't really know how to leave. After a symphony of yawns and a few forced random conversations, I looked at my grandpa and said "Well I guess we better get going." Now I am finally home and ready to hit the sack.

Nite,
Gonzalo