Hope for the Flowers and the Evil Cake

Today, Labor Day, I struggled to find the inner strength to move my filipino butt into working out. It had been such a crazy week and an even crazier long holiday weekend. I ended up hanging out with my friends last Saturday and Sunday. I indulged in a calorie-laden slice of cake and attempted to burn it off by dancing in the club later on. I never got to do it in the club as it was packed with the usual partying crowd. I think I may be too old for the clubs. Needless to say, the sea of people inside the club reminded me of a Freshman book called "hope for the flowers" by Trina Paulus. Its an illustrated novel, if you will, about 2 caterpillars who were just climbing up a column made up of thousands of other caterpillars. When asked about "what's up there?" No one knew. It was exactly like that in the club-- A column of tight t-shirt wearing, cologne splashing, cocktail tossing people with nowhere to go. There was this constant dizzying movement that seemed more like a blur than anything else. Naturally, all the dance movements you can do were the default head bops, shoulder shrugs and minimal pelvic rotation. Dancing for 2 hours with that limited amount of movement would burn as much calories as quilting. Well maybe not. But my point is, the cake was still in me, finding a comfortable pouch in my body to call home! Im just glad I parked pretty far. I think the walk back to my car vanquished the evil cake. Now, If I can only find the inner strength to get my filipino butt into working out today, I would be able to defeat the dreaded "lumpia".