The camera doesn't lie

I made a good effort to get to spin jam on Monday, but the Red Sox game consumed all parking in the BU area.  It took half an hour to get there, and half an hour fruitlessly looking parking; I bagged it and went home.  Taking the T from work is an option, but I don't know if I'll get hassled bringing my staff onto the T. 

I did make it in time to watch the premiere of Heroes at a friend's house that night.  ( Spoilers and thoughts )

I watched Sweeney Todd again last night with my roommate.  Roommate bonding time is always a good thing.

So yeah, the whole point of this post was I got some pictures back from a party I was at, where mostly everyone was in their swimsuits or shorts.  I was ... less than pleased with what I saw in the pictures.  Curse us all for being a really body conscious group.  Time for a reality check, I'm pushing forty years old, and I'm not going to look like I did when I was thirty, let alone twenty five.  It's time to make peace with that, keep going to the gym (cause it feels good), and accept the changes as they come.

Time to confront those pictures again.