Xuperboy?

I probably could've come up with a better title for this post.... but it's late.  I'm exhausted.  I just came back from an unexpectedly cool comic book party.  Not just any comic book party, but a GAY, ultra-geeky, comic book party.  Of course everyone had to dress up as a Superhero/villain.  I got to see 3 different green lanterns, Ash from Pokemon, a Ghostbuster, the invariable Catwoman (there's always one at every party) and then there was me as Superboy and my friend Matt as... umm... guy that wore a Superman shirt.  I think of the coolest events of the night was getting to run into an old friend of mine I hadn't seen for over a year.  I actually think that seems to be the trend for a lot of my friends; losing touch with them for an extended period of time and then randomly running into them again.

One very startling revelation of mine is that I'm a lot beefier than I had originally intended when I went on this packing-on muscle kick.  I call it pseudo-bodybilding.  Really it's the thing that's filling up my existence since giving up World of Warcraft.  Thing is, I spent so many years of my life as a dancer weighing in at about 132 lbs, that I have this perma-idea of me being unusually skinny.... like Kate Moss anorexic skinny.  Remember her?  No?  Did I just date myself?

Anyway, I need to stop with the protein shakes and power lifting.  I need cardio like STAT!  I don't think it looks bad per se and some of the mass I exhibit is due to the entirely unreliable convex lens of the iPhone camera, but still... LOOK AT THOSE GUNS!!  Wish my chest would follow suit.  Though I am cleaving just a smudge.  Giggle.  I just feel the need to point that out.