My coworkers and I hit a local pool hall the other day. The place had a little bit of everything… food, drinks, fuss ball, pool, pinball, a jukebox, and a boxing stand! The only thing missing was a karaoke room. 🙁

It was a pretty interesting place… tons of pool tables and lots of big burly, Harley dudes. Also, there was a bad ass, tatted-up, tough chick wearing leather/chains… she spent about two hours punching the boxing bag. We were all watching her thinking, “Shit, don’t mess with that woman. She’s big time agro.” I had queued all my teenie-bop songs on the jukebox (Madonna, Carly Rae Jepsen, BBD, Pet Shop Boys), and tough chick kept going in and mucking the song lineup, moving her Metallica shit to the top. WTH? I know she was wanting to fight me!

At the end of the night, she finally left and a few of us were super intrigued. So we gave the boxing stand a try! I didn’t think I’d be into the violence, but hell, punching the bag was pretty goddamn liberating!! I only took two swings, but I got a pretty decent score. And my friend, man, he is a beast. He just walked up and plowed that thing. Long story short, I just signed on to a kickboxing Groupon at a boxing gym down the street. Haha. That’s right: float like a butterfly, sting like a bee…

I also busted out my henna on Sunday while John watched the SB. What do you think of this tat? Sorry to show you my foot. Just focus on the art. Can you tell what it is?? Yup, I’m getting into the zone for possible tats this weekend in LGB.