So, I was supposed to see a trainer at another gym today. It was time to renew my current plan, wasn't happy with what the guy I was working with proposed and after some theatrics, got set up at another franchise. Good. Only now they think of me as a new customer and insist on getting me to sign up for another round of personal training. Not going to happen.
I even set up an appointment. Didn't appreciate his attitude over the phone. And I'll be damned if I have to get up at 9am on a Sunday to go be infantilized by a personal trainer.
In happier news - my dear friend, the wine collector, sent over a bottle of vintage port yesterday. A bottle of 1994 Fonseca Vintage Porto, the wine that along with a 1994 Taylor Fladgate Vintage Porto, was awarded 100 points by the Wine Spectator. Two perfect wines. My guy had bought a case of each on release, and he's promised me that when he opens his case of the Taylor Fladgate, I'm getting one of the bottles as well. My man. My favourite guy in the whole wide world right now.
It's going away, obviously, for at least another 10 years. He sent over a copy of the Wine Spectator, the issue that presented these scores: Dec 31, 1997 - Jan 15, 1998 issue. Scans will be up shortly.