Millenial Me

There's been a lot of chatter lately about Millenials - you know, the generation of "I deserve it all even though I have done nothing to earn it" and "The hurts my feelings, I don't feel safe anymore." I have even helped spread the chatter on Facebook by sharing funny videos about the worst generation ever (I can say that because I recently found out I am on the older end of that group. Ugh). 

Well, this week, I indulged in Millenial behavior. Yup. I sure did. And it was awesome. 

My girlfriends and I have been in a few friendly (I use that word lightly) fitness/weight loss competitions lately. It started out as one month-long challenge to see who could burn the most calories. We are all connected on a few Apps, so we can see what the other chicks are doing. It's like an obnoxious form of peer pressure. 

Anyway, what began as one challenge, eventually turned into 3 challenges. And 2 of those were happening simultaneously. Here's the basic breakdown: 

1. One month to burn the most calories
2. One month to run the most number of miles
3. One month to workout the most amount of time

The first two are over. We are in the middle of our May Mayhem 3rd challenge, I am laughably behind in this one. I didn't finish last in the first two, but my rank was not impressive either. 

The 5 of us like to have a good time. We are social people. And if we are going to do this much work, there should be a reward, right? We decided that a dinner out would be the perfect thing. Picking the venue was the easy part. Trying to find a night when 5 Mommies could get away proved difficult. But we managed. 

When I was getting ready to go out, Stu asked why I was going. I gave him a blank stare for a minute and incredulously replied, "Duh, it's girls' night." 

He said, "No, I mean why are you going? You lost all the challenges." 

Ouch, man. "Well, I am going to celebrate my participation and mediocrity."

Our motley crew - outside of Echo, waiting for the shuttle. Next time, we need to bring the selfie stick.

We Ubered down to Palm Beach for dinner. It was my first Uber experience. And that just added to my Millennialism. V suggested I Snapchat myself drinking a Starbucks skinny mocha frappe while wearing dark rimmed, hipster glasses climbing into the UberXL. I don't have Snapchat, or the glasses, and I didn't stop at Starbucks. So you're just going to have to imagine it. 

As for the Uber experience... Um, it was an experience. The convenience was fantastic. And the drivers were nice enough. The guy who picked us up from the Breakers was kind, but holy cow, his car wreaked of something worse than sweaty gym socks. It was so thick you could taste it. Poor G in the front seat, she swears the smell was emanating from there. 

Whit and I were happy to celebrate our achievements... This was not a bad participation trophy.

If you are ever in the area...

We ate dinner at Echo, a restaurant owned by the Breakers. It was AMAZING. I didn't want to tell Stu, but it's probably the best sushi in our area. For a bunch of ladies involved in a weight loss competition, we killed the menu. The chicken lettuce wraps were so good - perfectly spicy. The two sushi rolls I ordered were divine (the Palm Beach roll and the Hurricane roll). For dessert, we ordered 2 of the samplers... and came pretty close to licking the plate clean. Yum. Yum. 

After dinner, we shuttled over to HMF at the Breakers. It's a cool place. The people watching is worth the drive. And the ambience is wonderful. That hotel is so amazing. If you have never been, you need to check it out. I love the feeling I get when I walk in. It's incredibly grand and feels to me like the roaring 20s come to life. I love it.