I could not wait to get my wave runners in the water. I was giddy waiting for my friend Chris to get down work and powerwash them for me. He took good care of them all winter for me. I can’t even describe the feeling. I can get on the water by myself. I don’t need anyone. I feel amazing on them. They are paid for. I work hard for them. They just need gas once in a while. And they take me to a magical place. Both physically and mentally. It took a lot of teamwork but they got in and if you look at the photos below it was magical and every bit as special to set the tone of the holiday weekend.
But who am I kidding? The holiday weekend was cold and rainy and everything we normally would do to kick off the summer really didn’t happen as planned.
Saturday afternoon, the stars aligned and the band played probably one of the best shows we have played in New Jersey in a long long time. I didn’t take any photos on Saturday. – my friend mike posted this one. So I got to steal it. I haven’t felt that good on stage in a long long time. We were able to play whatever we wanted. And when I say that Jersey was erupting at 1:30 in the afternoon I am not lying. The world needs music. People need people and we needed to be there! Thank you to everyone who braved wind and rain and stopped in for a visit that is reading this. Not sure I would have left the house if I didn’t have to. It was nasty on Saturday.
It really felt amazing out there. What made me even happier was checking the Bigg Romeo Instagram page later at night and finding 20 some new friends out there for the Band. I’m not really used to the comments, I always feel like I’m getting punked or something.
But I did come to the realization that the summer was getting whatever body that was showing up.
I have been in a little bit of a slump lately and just can’t seem to dig myself out. It will snap sooner than later because I do know that Florida is in the horizon and we pay a lot of money to go and I want to make sure that I get my money’s worth. Something will give.
Fast work to this past weekend. Amber’s brother was visiting from AZ this past weekend. This was the second time we have ever met him. So lots of running around and showing off Wildwood etc. even though he has been there in his childhood. He got to see some of it through our eyes. The band played, we played mini-golf and got to enjoy the first nice day at Pig Dog for a few hours.
I had a fun weekend for sure.
I did hit the gym this morning. I have not been able to get myself on the fucking Peloton to save my life. The back of my knee seems to be hurting after shows lately. Probably just the Weight gain and jumping up and down like a maniac, quite a few people said that I was shot out of a canon memorial day weekend. Sometimes I’m not sure if that is good or bad. This past weekend not so much. I could not hear. The band was having issues getting there on time with weather and traffic and it was just a ball of stress. But we got it done.
So I am still under 100 pounds lost. 3 years ago I would have killed to be where I am not so I am giving myself some grace. But I am also not going to give myself big goals anymore. Right now the goal is 15 pounds. When I get there we’ll do another 10 and so forth. 15 pounds is what I need to be okay at Universal in 97 days for HHN and I think it’s attainable even with my drunken – carb-filled weekends in the summer. Just have to get moving again and back into a steady workout flow.
I am a little behind with my year of gratitude. It’s not as easy as most people think. But I find that even the smallest ones to me, make me feel better. Showing gratitude is not something that comes easy to most people. I have been a little down and grumpy and I am not sure why. Work is good, band is playing….
So we’ll take one more for the road and attack each day as best as possible. If it feels good do it, if not. No biggie.
I am still out here.
This is me trying.
97 days to Halloween Horror Nights at Universal
138 To Nashvegas