Gym Buddies

Okay so it’s been a while since I have been told this story, but all I remember is that I could not stop laughing when my ridiculous sister just kept throwing more embarrassing moments on top of one another. Let’s begin….

My sister and her best friend in the country go out to party frequently enough to crash at each other’s apartments when need be, or whenever to continue the after party. Unfortunately for my sister, her friend is an avid smoker, exerciser and energetic first thing in the morning. Unlike my sister (and myself) she is quite a sloth every morning, whether it was a late night or not and staying overnight with an early bird can be quite unpleasant.

After a good evening with friends, my sister awakes to hard core dance party music and second hand smoke filling the air around seven in the morning. Her friend wonders why she is still sleeping and urges her to get out of bed and join her at her gym downstairs since she doesn’t want to go alone and needs to smoke a pack of cigarettes on the treadmill this early on a Sunday.

Luckily for my sister, all that her friend has for her to wear is random clothing that was left behind after the party. She has men’s boxer shorts, her friend’s shirt and a mismatched pair of sneakers. I should probably mention around now that her friend lives in one of the most posh hotels in the country of Myanmar - anyone staying here is somebody and looks the part.

Nevertheless, my collapsing sister is good friend and grudgingly follows her best bud to the gym where she is forced to do the plank and the elliptical while holding back vomiting. As she tries to blend in with the crowd, and her friend who is dressed to the max (already showered, maked up and lulu lemoned out), a security guard taps her on the shoulder. He insists that my ridiculous sister is a bum off the street trying to get some free air conditioning!

As her friend is preoccupied with her headset music and she is too scatterbrained to come up with a real sentence to justify her grubby clothing and rats nest hairstyle, she is escorted out of the building. (OMG I am literally laughing out loud, I forgot the end of this story before I started writing it!). Before she can even notify her friend she is out on the curb in men’s underwear and a killer headache. If this isn’t friendship, I don’t know what is.