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gym rats / moving / movies / snow
01/31/2002 - 12:22 p.m.
I went to the gym tonight. (Ok, it was really last night - I wrote most of this when I got home from the gym.) What is it with people, anyway? I'm doing circuit training - strength and cardio training in one - so I have to keep moving and hop from machine to machine. No rests. Feldwebel Arthur was most strict about that. I am near the end of my cycle, and I have one more machine to do. This woman is just sitting on the machine. Not doing anything - just sitting. As I get done on the machine I'm on, I say - "Excuse me - that's the last machine on my circuit." Now, maybe I could have phrased it better - I dunno. But her response is:
She looks at me. She nods. She continues to sit. Doing nothing.After another 45 seconds of making sure that I know there is no way she is doing this to accomodate me, she starts using the machine. She finishes her set, and
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gets off the machine. When I say "Thanks," she totally ignores me. Ooooh - I am crushed beneath the heel of your indifferent superiority. Ouch.
A similar instance occurs with another woman, who has been sitting on a machine chatting with her friend. When I ask if I can work in on the machine, she tells me she only has one more set to do, and keeps chatting. Then she has a visible twinge of embarrassment, and starts her set. That was kinda fun to watch.
The weirdest several moments, though, came courtesy of these two fellas who started hanging around right after I started my circuit. I saw them come out of the locker room, come over to the circuit area, and start talking. They were deep in animated conversation, and as much as I thought about them, which wasn't much at first, I assumed they were talking about something kinda important, or at least interesting. The State of the Union speech, their jobs, da Pats and their chances in the Supahbowl, women, something. As I passed them on each of my 3 times around the circuit, I was unable to avoid overhearing the topic of choice, which remained static through my circuits. You ready? Restaurants. And worst of all - the worst kind of restaurants. Friday's. Bennigans's. Similar local chains, of which there are several. Which has the best apps. Which has the best wings. Which has the best seafood alfredo. Which has the most tvs so you can see the game.
I mean, ok, which has the hottest waitresses or the best pickup bar, maybe, but which has the best seafood alfredo? I'm sorry.
I did the circuit 3 times in about 35 minutes, and that's all they talked about. Then, when I was coming out of the shower, one of 'em was in the locker room changing. He didn't shower, I guess because he didn't work up that much of a sweat moving his jawceps.
O'course, he's in way better shape than me, so I guess I shouldn't be so snide. But filth me, snide is so much fun.
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Another weird burst of energy after the gym. I didn't feel like driving home, so I took a walk through my old neighborhood. I loved it there - I think I need to move back. I love my house, but the rest of where I live is filth-dirt nowhere. It'll be tough to give up the huge amounts of space, and the basement, and the garage, but - to interpolate Mr Lee Ving, I do love living in the city.
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It's snowing, and allegedly may be a big filthy mess later. This is a drag, because I'm supposed to go see The American Astronaut with Sparkley Coworker tonight. The American Astronaut sounds like the best thing to come down my cinematic street in many a moon - dig this:
This �space western musical� from McAbee�s unique music/performance-art collective the Billy Nayer Show combines retro sets, an original soundtrack and black-and-white photography with the off-kilter sensibilities of John Waters and David Lynch to create an absurdist film experience. Join interplanetary trader Samuel Curtis on his quest to the all-female planet of Venus, with the sadistic Professor Hess hot on his trail.What's not to like?
But non-Memphis weather such as they are threatening could house up the whole deal by making travel difficult. Worse, it's one night only, so see it or don't is the answer of the day.
Still not sure whether this is a date or not, either.
Ship, I forgot lunch. I gotta go.
Music to feel superior by:
MX-80 Sound - "Someday You'll Be King" (Out Of The Tunnel)
"Maybe someday you'll be king. I'll be your subject, you can give me everything....."
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