We had burger club tonight but we were missing two of the founding members. Sean has dad duties and Jeff’s parents were in town. But we finally got Imran to come out with us and Matty’s friend Kurt as well. Rounding out the group were Erin, Matty, and me. We went to Bridgeport where they had a pretty good pub burger, not in the upper tier but tasty nevertheless. A little unevenly salted, but otherwise pretty good. The place wasn’t packed and there were a lot of wait staff, but our server was also the bartender and we had pretty abysmal service. Plus, we were squeezed in between two tables of douchebagsfrat boys, or so it seemed. It was a pretty weird scene.

Yesterday I was talking to Jorgen at the gym about the weight he was using during the workout. I did OK with 30lb dumbbells, but he was using 35lb. He told me, “I pushed the man button.” I suppose I pushed the damnfool button the night before when I was doing a little heavier weight and wasn’t able to do it two nights in a row, so I don’t suppose I should complain about what I was doing. In any case I felt like falling over several times tonight as well, so I suppose that’s OK. That’s what I’m there for, to work out.