Foaming At The Mouth
I guess good things DO happen to bad people
At the first of the month, I was out in the suburbs, housesitting for Mom while she and one of her friends were off antiquing in Key West. The main impact was that I was away from my gym most of the week. I got some guest passes to use hers but it's still not the same thing. Combine less time at the gym with a complete breakdown in my balanced nutrition program and much heavier drinking meant that by yesterday I felt like shit for being so undisciplined.
But yesterday was to be my salvation, I'd be back eating my food in my kitchen and doing my workout at my gym. I show up at the gym, put in the first hour of work and what do you suppose happens? The gym management brings in a huge spread of food from Buca Di Beppo (a chain of high-end Italian restaurants). Nothing but plenty of lasagna, breaded chicken parmesan, ziti, and Italian-style pizza. All of it free with the complements of the house.
I eat my fill and as I'm walking past the front desk on my way out, I'm told the gym has brought in a guy from the Marina Towers location to give free massages. I can't possibly pass this up, and because he's just shown up, nobody seems to realize the guy is there and donating his labors so there's immediate seating. Let me say that I'm a fairly cosmopolitan individual, secure in myself, but it's a very conflicted feeling to get a good back-neck-shoulder massage from another man. Should I be enjoying this as much as I am?
(Pause to make a potentially important phone call....)
Back again, midnight, early Weds., some eleven hours later. Indeed, that phone call that I figured would have no significance turned out to be pretty damned major. My whole day got thrown into the blender but I'm back now.
So continuing on the massage thing...The guy clearly knew what he was doing and the price (free) couldn't be beat. I'd be a little concerned if I weren't kind of worried about enjoying myself more than I should, but it really didn't get in the way.
Between the free food and the massage the evening had turned out better than the last two dates I've had. I was in such fine shape that on the way home I even walked three blocks out of my way to help two tourists from Spain find Giordano's Pizza and tell them how to ride the El. Once again, I would be rewarded. I got home, opened my mailbox, and sitting right on top was my tax refund check, $1194.00 from Uncle Sugar. With this dough and the cumulative effects of the day, I had the resources to drop thirty bucks on going way to hell and gone up to North Lincoln Ave. for the birthday 'party' for a girl I met once, six months ago and not even feel bummed out that it was sort of a waste of time. My urge to kill has abated....
I'd tell more about why I had to abandon the entry for half a day, but I have to be awake in seven or so hours. More news soon....
I guess good things DO happen to bad people
At the first of the month, I was out in the suburbs, housesitting for Mom while she and one of her friends were off antiquing in Key West. The main impact was that I was away from my gym most of the week. I got some guest passes to use hers but it's still not the same thing. Combine less time at the gym with a complete breakdown in my balanced nutrition program and much heavier drinking meant that by yesterday I felt like shit for being so undisciplined.
But yesterday was to be my salvation, I'd be back eating my food in my kitchen and doing my workout at my gym. I show up at the gym, put in the first hour of work and what do you suppose happens? The gym management brings in a huge spread of food from Buca Di Beppo (a chain of high-end Italian restaurants). Nothing but plenty of lasagna, breaded chicken parmesan, ziti, and Italian-style pizza. All of it free with the complements of the house.
I eat my fill and as I'm walking past the front desk on my way out, I'm told the gym has brought in a guy from the Marina Towers location to give free massages. I can't possibly pass this up, and because he's just shown up, nobody seems to realize the guy is there and donating his labors so there's immediate seating. Let me say that I'm a fairly cosmopolitan individual, secure in myself, but it's a very conflicted feeling to get a good back-neck-shoulder massage from another man. Should I be enjoying this as much as I am?
(Pause to make a potentially important phone call....)
Back again, midnight, early Weds., some eleven hours later. Indeed, that phone call that I figured would have no significance turned out to be pretty damned major. My whole day got thrown into the blender but I'm back now.
So continuing on the massage thing...The guy clearly knew what he was doing and the price (free) couldn't be beat. I'd be a little concerned if I weren't kind of worried about enjoying myself more than I should, but it really didn't get in the way.
Between the free food and the massage the evening had turned out better than the last two dates I've had. I was in such fine shape that on the way home I even walked three blocks out of my way to help two tourists from Spain find Giordano's Pizza and tell them how to ride the El. Once again, I would be rewarded. I got home, opened my mailbox, and sitting right on top was my tax refund check, $1194.00 from Uncle Sugar. With this dough and the cumulative effects of the day, I had the resources to drop thirty bucks on going way to hell and gone up to North Lincoln Ave. for the birthday 'party' for a girl I met once, six months ago and not even feel bummed out that it was sort of a waste of time. My urge to kill has abated....
I'd tell more about why I had to abandon the entry for half a day, but I have to be awake in seven or so hours. More news soon....