Some funny stuff happens when you are living on the banks of Oakland. The other day Kc and I went to the gym and I have never seen Kc as fearless to walk into the "Magic Johnson" (our 24 hour fitness is the Magic Johnson gym) basketball court and stand on the sidelines and wait to get into the full court scrimmage going on. He stepped up to the line where they were all picking partners and was the only white guy. I was kind of thinking they would ignore him on the court but after 20 minutes they warmed up to the BYU t-shirt wearing white boy.
Another day I was on the elliptical machine next to Monica Packer talking about our personal stories and stuff-getting to know each other more, but the best part was this crazy lady on the machine next to Monica. About 45 minutes in I notice this lady is leaning to the left and working out on like level 2. She was seriously listening to our entire conversation and not very sly either. She had a book in front of her that she had turned over- had no music and was not into her workout at all. She wasn't even looking at the TV monitors. I knew she was into our conversation when I told Monica about how Brad used to ride my razor scooter into curbs and pull a front flip over hedges and she started giggling to herself. Very classic. Reminds me a little of sharing my books on the subway with bums sitting next to me.
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KC you are brave. I am yet to join in. Maybe next time. Did you get the VIP wrist bands to meet Magic? He better show this time!
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