In a strident effort to become a little healthier at 44 years of age, I agreed to go on a Pressed Juicery cleanse this weekend with my wife. Of course I had to make a video document of the surreal, incommodious process, which you can witness HERE. Special thanks to my dear old friend Jen Paige for hooking it all up.
It’s crazy, too, because the night before the cleanse we just so happened to take in the episode of “Penn & Teller: Bullshit!” called “Detoxing”, which explores high colonics among other practices of alleged bodily purification. That show is brilliant and hilarious and utterly thought-provoking if you’ve never seen it. And on this particular installment, we even get to meet a dude with a chin beard who’s willing to get sludge sucked out of his ass for $500 so he can help fund his low-budget zombie movie. Only in L.A., baby!
It’s so funny how I forget to take care of myself when I eat that extra piece of fried chicken or bust out that badass bag of Skittles. All I’m thinking is, “fuck, yeah, dude, SATISFY my shit!” But then I also forget that I share a life with someone who works out 7 days a week and would like me to take my shirt off with confidence just ONCE in a while these days like I used to when I was in my, er, twenties.
She evidently also wants to keep me around a while longer. What’s that about?
WINE PAIRING: Aw, crap. Today we’ll keep it a dry one, okay? But, hey, you can always poor some refreshing grape juice into a red wine glass…
(What?? GRAPE juice??? Who AM I??? WHAT AM I BECOMING???)
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