Paul, welcome to the fitness land. So last night, Jun and I were at my house, waiting to head over to the gym. Out of nowhere, Paul shows up at my door suited up to break sweat with us. Why is this such a big deal? Paul, Mr. Disney himself, is in his last year in school and illustration/animation is just bananas. We barely see him on the weekends but to see Paul on a weekday, like it was 3.5 years ago, in late October, what is that?
So we had a familia going on–being at the gym for nearly two hours. Kate, Jun, Kate’s sister, her boyfriend and now Paul. That was great. In between breaths and in between sets, we’d all have little things to say to each other. There were random hip-hop dance offs, well, due to my part, but it was great.
Yeah. I know. So what’s so special? Being in 9 to 6 club makes you appreciate all the little freedoms you had when they were much more frequent. Welcome to being an adult. I still much prefer the crazy, hectic, no-sleep design school life. I miss 15-minute power naps in the middle of nowhere. I even dress up to work, kind of. It’s like scrubby nice. I kind of feel pressured to because everybody at Loomis Group is attractive and I walk half a mile to and from work through SF’s Financial District.