Swim Success - Day 3

6:30 AM Lap Swim:

500 Warm Up
100 Free kick
100 Breast kick
200 Fly kick
100 Free arms
100 Breast arms
100 Free sprint

1200 = 48 laps. Boo yeah

My body doesn't look much different for Swim success Day 1.  So I added a towel and a cocky grin.  Yay gratuitousness.

Just like the lane that I swim in, I feel a little shallow.


Here's me trying to be sexy, click to enlarge.  Mildly embarrassed.  More amused at myself:  There goes being modest.

As you can see, I have underarm bush again.  BTW P90X makes me vomit.  Swimming is my work out.

My goal is to be able to do a 50 butterfly beautifully like in high school.  The swim team would complement how artistic I looked cutting the water with my smooth body rolls.  Amazing butterfly by the end of August.  I think I can manage that.   Oh, sorry Jimmy.  Your room has the best lighting.  Heh heh, I'm like the best roommate.

Swim Success - Day 1

As I declared, this month is jubilant July.   This involves me rediscovering what makes me happy in life which I feel like I've accomplished:  Hidden LA is one, work events is a second and swimming is another.

This morning I got out of bed at 6:40 and got my lazy ass to the neighborhood pool and did a complete work out:

• 500 Warmup
• 300 Kick (Free, Breast, Fly)
• 100 Breast
• 50 Free sprint
• 200 buoy (Breast arms, free arms)
• 100 warm down

And now I'm here with 30 minutes to get ready for work.
What I'm grateful for is a highly metabolizing body (which is quickly crashing), but the minute I jump into a pool, "muscle memory" kicks in and all of a sudden my tummy sucks in and my shoulders broaden as if someone pressed a button.

I should keep this up. So today is swim success day 1.

I also renewed my 24 hour fitness membership.  Because I've completed my 3 year contract, my membership is $50 a year moving forward.  HOLLA! (I really don't understand folks who pay 60+ a month for a gym.  I consider your decision wasteful and idiotic.. "Oh the machines are nice, the lockerroom is clean, the people are hot"  STFU it's A FUCKING GYM you plastic you moron!! arg). So I best follow Sam to the gym when he invites me.  I want bigger titties, so hello benches.

Sorry if I burned your eyes with that photo.  Just wanted to see progress... and be more of an exhibitionist. =X No underarm bush this time, but just aggressive white legs.

Summertramp DTLA Waterpark 2010

This event could only be described in bullet points (or I'm just that lazy)

• Take a dive bar with a huge parking lot.  
• Cover the lot with turf. 
• Put in an above ground pool.
• Install a giant water slide.  
• Give out waterguns
• Get Vitamin water to give out free Vitamin Water
• Get a food truck to give out free tacos
• Get two guys with their asses hanging out to serve jello shots
• Have free alcohol from noon -1PM
• Hire an amazing DJ
• Have Grindr advertise
• Have Mr.Black advertise
• Donate the proceeds to some non-profit with the letters LGBT in it...

....and you have Summertramp.

Can you spot my underarm bush?  No apologizes this time, it's a pool party.

I brought my underwater disposable camera so you'll see those pictures like next year.

Down the street was the American Apparel factory store.  We felt like we were at a rooftop party in New York.  But that's the thing about LA, you can be anywhere.. and still be in LA.  I guess that's why a lot of movies are shot here.

When I got home, I rushed to the bathroom.  I think the communal pool gave me dysentery.

Under the Influence in Hollywood

Through the powers of friends, I've stumbled upon two clubs in the Hollywood- space that I thought I would never set foot in.
Mr.Black (NSFW) at Bardot on Tuesday

• no cover
• free vodka from 9:30 - 10:30
• dance music with some catchy pop tag-lines thrown in

I got two drinks every time I was at the bar and winked at the bartender. I danced all night and woke up with a hangover the next day for work. Blah, free bottom shelf vodka. DJ was great.

We were a part of "young Hollywood." Where everyone dress well and thirst to be out of the house on weekday late evenings. There was a lounge area and "Mr.Black" who apparently parades around the club with his ass hanging out.




Excuse my underarm bush. (again)


I told this taco truck that they saved my life and she corrected me, "no.. you guys coming here at night saves our lives."


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Balance at King King on Saturday.

• $10 cover with a print out before 11.
  
• House music

Fuck. But with my roommate's loving plea, "come-on TOSHI.. you'll have fun," I obliged even though house is music my hell. We were stuck in the Hollywood Saturday night traffic and paid the $10 parking to cut the stress; I was anticipating a terrible terrible night. Surprisingly, it was one of my most fun nights, but I think I can completely thank the Influences for that.

Hollywood- what a trashy place. But lots of characters strolling around like some D-list actors.

I was just sitting on the sticky rubber couches hating the noise that was coming out of the speakers when the friends wanted some air. When we came back in, the room started to spin and my feet felt light as if I was walking on balloons that won't pop. We made way to the large dancefloor and high ceiling adorned with Asian characters and red lighting.

In a split second, the repetitive noise that people were dancing ugly to transformed into sensual sounds that moved into my body. My arms lifted from my sides, my legs started to bounce, my hips spun. My eyes widened. I skipped around the club as if I knew everyone. My vision, became clearer as if I just cleaned my glasses with with microfiber. I talked to everyone I sort of knew asking random questions like, "What's your favorite Pixar movie?" When I saw folks looking bored, I would grab their arms and shout, "DANCE WITH ME" even if it was the first time I had ever spoken to them. And I started moving my limbs in planned chaos. Jimmy told me, "stay hydrated." Jae offered me me more gum. I was in euphoria.

All of a sudden someone was playing the bongos and staring at them as I felt every vibration. I was 2 feet away from the bongos and 2 seconds away from taking charge and playing them myself, but I was in control.

My house music smile apparently

2:30Am. Left the club. Went home to exchange massages. When Jimmy pressed his two thumbs down my back, I yelped as I organismed. Our designated driver had 3 gin and tonics and an AMF, so we worked out a back up. I watched Jimmy massage his own hands. I think I got 3 hours of sleep because I was having a conversation with a beat light that I plugged in while playing some sort of trance music... I closed my eyes as I tried to relax on the floor with the bean bag as my pillow and roommates spooning me. Dutch dutch dutch.