UGH!  Saturday morning - well actually Saturday afernoon came waaaaay too soon!  Our previous rule was to get out of bed before noon, but today we revised that to be more of a guideline.  Look, last night was the beginning of Labor Day weekend so we had to celebrate, right?  Let's just say the partying continued well past midnight, well past 1am, well past 2am, well past... look, the partying just continued, okay?  And the American Medical Association recommends for a healthy lifestyle at least eight hours sleep, so... you do the math.  Besides, part of our new weight loss plan is to just skip breakfast by sleeping past lunch.

Anyway, we realize that we can't live like this without paying the price, so we headed off to the Spa Hotel this afternoon to workout.  We try to do that at least once a month because personal fitness and a healthy lifestyle is a high priority for us.   Unfortunately, so is laying by the pool checking out the hot bodies, drinking ice cold beer and relaxing in the spa with a salt scrub or deep tissue massage.  As a side note, Kevin says he likes the "deep tissue" massages at Lucky's Asian Massage Parlor in East L.A. better, but his favorite massuese, "Kimmi" got arrested so he doesn't go there anymore.  Anyway, based on this complex list of priorities you already know that we didn't work out, right?  What are you thinking?  We may be stupid, but we're not crazy!  Besides, it's Labor Day weekend and the hotel pool was packed with unsupsecting "out of towners" literally just begging to buy some "locals" like us a few cocktails in return for tips on where to eat, what to see and what to do around town.

Two cans of Coppertone SPF50 later we hit the showers, changed into clean underwear (it is Satuday!) and headed out on the town for the night.   With all the tourists in town for the weekend it should have been pretty easy pickings - and it was!  At dinner we met a really nice couple on vacation from - you're not gonna believe this but it's true - French Lick, Indiana!  If you don't believe us, look it up - it's 80 miles south of Indianapolis.  Anyway, just the name of the town, French Lick, got Kevin all teary eyed thinking about Kimmi, so we had to leave.  Once Kevin had semi-composed himself we ended up again at the Village Pub (okay it's a habit!).  Look, the beer is cold, the bartenders are hot and the tourists are gullible.  It's the perfect setup and once again it worked like a charm.   Kevin recovered from his repressed memory trauma about Kimmi, we signed up three new couples in our Amway pyramid (we always keep starter kits in the trunk of our car) and the night ended without even having to call our bail bondsman.  We consider that an ovewhelming success, so even though tomorrow is Sunday (and there's church and all - yeah right!) - it is a "long weekend" and we think a celebration will be in order...

      
We got 4 free beers just telling them where to eat!               You should see the basket for "Dirty Magazines!"  

      
They reminded Kevin of Kimmi!                                      Stacy was shocked at the mere mention of "French Lick!"