Yesterday I paid someone to rub hot lava stones on my legs and back.
After the massage therapist balanced the stones on my muscles and drove his body weight into the knots in my back through his TINY POINTY elbow, he wrapped my feet in steamy towels and placed what felt like beanbags on the backs of my knees.
At this point, I thought two things. 1) Is he balancing beanbags on my knees? 2) If I feel better afterwards, he can shoot particle beam lasers into my muscles for all I care. Turns out the "beanbags" were a robe and once I wiped the drool off my face and made eye contact, he told me I really need to stretch and be more conscious of how I carry weight on my back.
Hm. I wonder if he's talking about last week's four-hour bike ride that I did wearing a backpack stuffed with my computer, several books, my journal, my ipod, my camera, and some extra clothes. I'm really glad I took all that stuff with me, especially since THE ONLY THING I USED WAS THE CAMERA, which weighs 5 ounces.
It was worth it, though, because I got to make fun of Matt for taking a water break outside the Brady Brunch house and for being an AHH: Anti-Hipster Hipster.
"What's that mean?" Matt asked in a tone that indicated he was considering getting defensive.
"It means that you're nice and genuine and you're kind of turned off by the scene but you wear OBEY t-shirts and grandpa shorts and white grommet belts on bike rides."
Matt did what was the ultimate proof that he's not a true hipster: he laughed at himself.
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i'm glad i laughed at myself; i really had fun that day; not mention everything that is written is, in fact, 100% true.
if i didn't love that belt so much, i might be willing to part with it.
oh, remember that i'm also wearing an obey hat in that photo too!
we gonna do it again soon?
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