Time Robbers and No Hitters

The Time Robbers got me tonight. Instead of a quiet evening of going to the gym and watching the Tigers, and continuing myself in my path of regaining and refocusing my life on my health and happiness, I ended up going to the Educators Appreciation Night at Everyman Theatre. The play was just alright (two of the three leads were great, and the play finally clicked about halfway through, but the script had some falseness that I just didn't buy), and I spent money that I probably shouldn't have ($10 for the show, plus dinner and drinks at Joe Squared). [Also, not to be too cranky, but it's ironic that the special "Educators Appreciation" night at Everyman is the same price as the regular price for plays over at Center Stage, especially since I'd rank every play I saw at Center Stage this year as better than this production by Everyman. In their defense, I think the next season at Everyman looks more impressive than Center Stage's new season. Too bad Everyman's ticket package is $40 more than Center Stage's.]

Overall, it was an alright night, mostly because of the comraderie, though ultimately disappointing because the breaking of my string of consecutive gym visits prompted a notable lethargy late in the day, and, moreso, missing the first Detroit Tigers no-hitter in 23 years was a huge bummer. Oh well. At least with my majorleaguebaseball package, I could watch the replay when I returned. Sort of ironic that with all the Detroit Tigers baseball I watch, I've missed the two most historic moments of the last two decades - the playoff victory over the Oakland A's on Magglio's homerun, and now Verlander's no-hitter.

I feel like I've been on the go since March 1, when baseball season started. Since the season ended late a couple of weeks ago, my free time has been soaked up by year-end closing activities, graduations, weddings out of town, and goodbye parties. I'm ready to just have some unplanned days in the weeks ahead. To top it off, I've got to get myself healthy. I recently threw away three pairs of khakis because (a) the zipper was broken; (b) the button fell off; and (c) there was a hole in the ass, and in finding another pair of pants to wear tonight for the visit to the theater, I found that almost nothing fit. I haven't gained any weight this year, probably because I've reached my unhealthy plateau, but I've become noticeably differently shaped, and feel very, very unhealthy at the moment. The three consecutive days to the gym over the weekend and yesterday brought with it a sharp increase in endorphins and energy, but I sort of ruined my momentum tonight. Tomorrow, it's back to it.