How many shirts in one day can I sweat through?  Guesses?

In the morning, Lauren and I joined a few others to help her sister and brother-in-law move from their tiny Uptown apartment to their first house, in south Minneapolis.  They didn’t have a ton of stuff, but some was bulky and heavy and it all had to be carried down a couple flights of stairs.  During this portion, I soaked my DSU t-shirt to the point where we had to go back home so I could change t-shirts.  Lauren had the foresight to have me grab an extra shirt as we would then be unloading the U-Haul into the new house.

Moving into the house was five times easier with no pesky stairs to deal with, but I put down a second DSU t-shirt moving mattresses and the like.  Tim and Kate have quite the place now, living right along a lake in a very nice neighborhood!  We were all treated to lunch for our help.  I changed out of my wet DSU shirt and into a Twins shirt, but it was pretty warm and my heart rate was already up, so I sweated right through that shirt just sitting and eating.

In the afternoon, Lauren met up with Patrick, Jason, and Colin to see Batman, while I—for the first time, by my knowledge—had the run of the house for a couple hours.  It was the first time since we moved in that I was the only person/dog in the house.  I didn’t really know what to do with myself, so I just sat on the couch right in front of the AC and cooled off before getting dressed for the wedding dance in Maplewood.

I was DJing a dance with a trainee from where else but Rolla, ND, the same small town that Colin was visiting from over the weekend (I hung out with Colin Friday night).  After moving a few pieces of equipment into the reception hall, I—you guessed it—worked up an uncomfortable sweat and put down shirt #4 of the day.  As the trainee showed up to help me with the last speaker, a torrential downpour came out of nowhere and soaked us both to the point where we wringing out our shirts before re-entering.

The two of us had quite the time chatting throughout the night.  James, an inch or two taller than me, had DJ’d in North Dakota for a few years and had 140 shows under his belt, and of course had some excellent stories about wedding dances, including the time he showed up in Grand Forks to DJ and the bride and groom showed up early to tell him the dance was off.  The bride was hand-in-hand with the best man, and the groom was hand-in-hand with the maid of honor.  Both couples got crazy at their bachelor/ette parties the night before and wound up sleeping with the other’s best man/woman, and amazingly both were okay with it!  I basically let James run the show and just focused on the lights.

I returned home at 1, soaked in my dress shirt from sweating all through the dance.  (5 shirts, for the record, creating a surplus of laundry.)  Lauren was hanging out with her friends, birthday girl Jaime and husband Christian.  I cooked up some burgers and we went to bed at 2.  The good news is I lost five pounds in water weight in one day.  The bad news is I probably should take Lauren’s advice and go to the doctor regarding my hyperactive thyroid glands, which I was diagnosed with in 2006.

And for those who didn’t believe my last post about Barry Bonds, it was true!  But after unsuccessfully attempting to get the local media to run with the story, Bonds remains unsigned.