It is Ironic, I do think!

I’m having this strange back and forth between seeing ironic things in my life and having old 80s and 90s songs seem relevant for the first time, which has resulted in me feeling a little bit crazy.

“Everybody’s working for the weekend.” I sure as hell am. All I think about all day is how much longer I have before I get home and how many more days until the weekend, which brings me to the ironic…or rather pitiful truth about life. The week that you work so hard to get through moves so much slower than the weekend you’re trying to enjoy that you feel completely gypped. Then, if you’re lucky enough to have a fast work week you can plan on having an even faster weekend which really just puts you into the next week that much quicker. Soon, you’ve seen what feels like millions of weekends go by with nothing to show for, and still as if by some sick joke it’s literally only been a month since Christmas, when you could have sworn this cold front was actually the coming of an entirely new Christmas season. 

Then you’ve got the double whammy “Ironic” which points out and makes you keenly aware of all of life’s unfairities. Like, for instance, the fact that I woke up early this morning and finally had time to make breakfast so I wouldn’t starve until lunch, and then a woman brings breakfast for everyone in the office. Or, the fact that the only way I can lose weight is by eating a bunch of protein which, unless it’s completely lean and full of DELICIOUS fiber, is actually horrible for my heart and stops up my booty. So, I can either die young, skinny and constipated or live a full life as a chunk.

In an effort to cause some of life’s irony rather than being a victim my sister and I purposely created an awkwardly ironic situation when we went to Uptown this weekend. (Uptown is an awesome town-squarish type place with cool shops and a HUGE Barnes & Noble that I love). Anyway, there is a park in the middle of all these shops, one of which is a fantastic gelato place called Pacciugo’s where we get ice cream just about every time we’re in Uptown. On our way to get our tasty treat, we herd what sounded like a live band and we got excited. (We’re music junkies) Instead, we came up on the park to find a a boot camp demonstration in progress, which was more amusing than anything else.

A local work out facility had decided to have a party to introduce their new boot camp, and they hired an angsty pop band to put the soundtrack to their show. It was hilarious. There was a mess of boys with swoopy hair and skinny jeans playing one song in an unenthusiastically boring loop while a chunky guy in a spray painted white track suite and sweat band rapped about getting fit and encouraged a man who was jumping rope by saying “Jump rope jump rope jump rope” over and over and over again. I think it really helped. “New year, new you” was their clever and completely original slogan. We had a nice time watching them from the comfort of our lawn chairs while eating gelato. We received several “Now that’s just wrong’s” as people passed by us. I could just see the lust in those boot campers eyes as we enjoyed that heavenly dessert.

I think the highlight of the whole shebang was when they played Mary J. Blige’s “Fine” during the female portion of the trial run. I deemed “Fine” long ago to be one of my favorite “jam” songs. (I can’t get enough of those Wooo!’s and varying Fine’s) I’m fine (fine) FINE fine (fine) FINE fine WHHOOO!

I definitely left their motivational demonstration with a valuable lesson: as fit as I’d like to be, I never want to look as goofy as those boot campers. Oh, and, it’s actually a really good ab workout to sit and laugh at other people trying to work out.