For my brother's 31st birthday this year, I gave him a membership to a gym. No, I wasn't trying to send any message. This is what he wanted. For today's workout, he said he'd take me to his gym so we could work out "together."My mom took me to his new house, and he gave big sis the obligatory tour. Jason now has two jukeboxes in his living room. One is his; the other is mine. And somehow, some way, I will get that jukebox back to Austin. It's a 1961 Seeburg, and it played music at my dad's office. The one that Jason is keeping is a lot cooler, but it's bigger and heavier, and it's the one that was in our house. The one in this photo is the one that will be in my living room at some point. Then I'll have to find someone to fix it. And then will be the fun task of filling it with records. Maybe I'll host a sock hop. With Jell-O shots.
At the gym, I made the rounds. Working out with Regan has trained me well. Jason and I didn't do much working out together, but he did spot me at one point. Thanks, bro.
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