Oh boy, what a night. The last day of owning the bar (at least the last day I owned it that it was open) was quite a thrill. At least from what I remember of it. I think I want to keep the bar for another week and pretend every day is my last day. Wait I don’t think my liver could handle that.
Les and Shelly are on their way to Lansing to get their liquor license, Becker and I are getting ready to head down to Iron Mountain. Becker is half way through her Radiation and she is doing great. We got this one kicked in the ass.
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor’s permission to join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour.
But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.