So it is the Easter long weekend and time to do the trek up to spend the time with my family. But this year for Easter I had decided I would get my family to do a few things I like to do. Watch a couple of musical movies and hopefully get my parents to go to the gym... oh boy the later option has been near impossible to complete!
I arrived two days ago and boldly stated that I planned drag my parents to the gym... my mother laughed and gave me a glass of red wine and my father said he cannot work out too hard as he will have a heart attack!
Promptly forgetting the idea about the gym I proceeded to catch up with my family and it was during dinner that I remembered that I wanted to go to the gym the following day and mentioned it again to my parents. My mother topped up my wine glass and told me I was mad and my father then told me he had hurt his back and could only do some light exercise. Laughing at both of them I explained the exercise I had planned for both of them (me bossy who would have guessed?). My mother explained that she doesn't do exercise and only would go only if she could sit on a bike and that was it... she happened to mention she didn't plan to actually make the peddles move! I failed to notice that she filled my wine glass up again and of course I finished it without problem. Who knew it would be so difficult to get my parents to exercise.
Later that night and feeling slightly tipsy we were watching Victor/Victoria (yes playing the gay card got the move shown!) I was on my forth glass of wine and asked what time we planned to go to the gym. My mother with a sly smile said lets see how we feel in the morning. I think during the course of the film had an additional glass before bed and was well and truly enjoying the alcohol fueled buzz.
So waking from my drunken slumber I realised that I had a little bit of a hangover. Walking into the kitchen for breakfast my very clever mother knew that I was in absolute no mood for the gym and asked "what time are we going to the gym?" I replied that let's see how I feel later today. Of course there was no way I was going to go to the gym so my parents were off the hook!
The following day I woke hangover free and walked into the kitchen declaring to my parents that I wanted to go to the gym. Once again my mother whinged she didn't want to go and my father explained he had pulled some muscles in his leg. They explained that they would go but only after lunch.
During lunch my parents went to their wine collection and selected a great bottle of red to have with the meal. Of course once it was open we all had a glass and then finished off the bottle. But the problem with having wine with lunch is it makes you very sleepy in the afternoon. Realising I had two glasses of wine it would not be wise to go to the gym... explaining this to my mother she said "Yes we shouldn't work out after wine and I am not going to the gym if it is full of muscle men!"...
I think it was easier coming out to my parents than making them step foot in a gym!
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