So today I finally joined the gym (shutup) and it was awesome. I was forced to undergo a FAT ANALYSIS where she came out with a contraption and made me flex my arms and bend stuff and measured my fat everywhere. She even made me take off my shirt. I had "indian massage" flashbacks. She said, "you are really tone and have great muscle formation," or something like that and I was like, "what the fuck are you talking about lady?"
After I worked out I went to the store and got a corkscrew and finally opened a bottle of wine I bought a few weeks ago!! I AM SO EXCITED!!!!
The only wine you can afford to buy in India is Indian wine. And it is DAMN good! I was highly impressed.
I managed to get WASTED after one sip.
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