we be clubbin'
and that should be co-titled ms.olympia challenge, cuz the two seem to go hand in hand the past few days, could be the explanation to my increased endorphins though..who knew, all that ish you read in books is true.
so, day off time gets me to like 4 hours of exercise, followed by getting lost in industrial parts of east van, and limo riding it to peelerville. it was pretty funny, though i'm sure that most of the "manmeat" was of the gay variety, i mean come on, who moves like that? my favorite was the little one with "thug life" tatted on his belly. the choices of socks and shoes were good too, as well as the greasy waiters (stripper rejects) grinding up against the bday girl...had fun dancing on down with the girlies and watching folks hookup at the bar, but also reminded how boring these joints are, could i just be too old?
yesterday, i was too achy to go to musclesculpt, so i took the day off so i could rest and read, and i finally copped those JL wristbands for my gay husband. i was fresh of ideas for my kids, time off works wonders, and i was caught in the crossfire of 9 year olds discussing Bush and Kerry in a very informed way, one of them "metro", displaying his already internalized homophobia, saying how "against gay marriage he was because personally, he thought it was disgusting", with the limp wrist and affected tone no less.
i escaped this to run to the eggnog latte and palaniuk in a comfy chair whilst waiting for MGH (see above) to show for Sideways, that makes it twice in 3 days I viewed this film (my new fave) but i missed the beginning last time. i got my period while there, so i had to get these awful pads from sev-11 because they only had tampax, and you know i can't deal with that applicator...
we had to get some meat, to replenish my iron from the exercise and the flow, then we headed off to Celebrities, for the first time since reopening. Gotta say that they make a mean shirley temple, and the people watching was great. I was quite titty-lated, lemme tell ya. Moby was there, as well as this middle aged Vietnamese couple, dunno if they were confused that it was a gay bar, or they just like the music..speaking of which, the DJ ended up being this underage girl that used to dj with the one I knew..that threatened me over a lil' kim record (that i said was crap) and her skills have not improved one lick. it was sorta reminiscent of the one from skybar, y'all gotta work on your transitions! I got grinded by a very small retail queen wearing very heavy makeup and dammit i liked it. i always said i liked small spazzy men in tight pants, well, i guess it's my turn to be careful what i wish for! ") but it was all fun, as both he and the door guy lectured me about reading in the bar (can't help it! palaniuk keeps me engaged) and his boss tonguekissed my gay husband...guess that makes us swingers..well, after another workout and swim this morning, gotta head to customer appreciating maddness. all4now.
