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OF SUDS N STUDS
1.18.99 Monday. It was so hard to get up this morning. I must have smacked that snooze button at least ten times. T. was no better. I've been exhausted all day. Though I did get into the gym after dog-walking for a kickboxing workout. Yea me! It made my back hurt, though. I devoted some special time at the heavy bag to the Vigorous Idiot. Maybe I overdid it a little on the aggression side. I think everyone should take boxing or kickboxing. It does wonders for the soul.
This weekend was pretty fun. Between bouts of extreme sloth (neither of us left the apartment all day Sunday) we managed to recover our habitat from severe neglect. It took us two shifts to get all the dishes done. There was not one single utensil left clean anywhere. On Saturday morning I buttered my toast with a spatula. Friday night, T. and I joined the rest of the dog-walkers for an evening of booze and bowling. I think everyone thought it was going to be lame and I think everyone was surprised at the good time we all had. Terry, Tammy, T. and I bought Budweisers because they came in bowling pin-shaped bottles. How cool is that? Terry, by the way, is one of T.'s co-workers and Tammy is his new wife. We hang out with them quite a bit. Tammy is the one who got me the job at the dog place. And I considered using pseudonyms but you either know them or you don't. As a matter of fact those are pseudonyms, okay? "Ya hear that? We're using code names..." Go ahead, impress me. Tell me what movie that line is from. I bowled a 56 the first game. (That's a bad score.) I bowled a 117 the second game with two strikes one right after the other and a spare. The third game I was pretty tired, as was everyone else, and I bowled a 109. T. bowled a 103, a 113 and a 72. There's not too many sports that you can play and get drunk at the same time. For that reason and that reason alone I highly recommend you try it out. Although, if you don't drink you may find it a little lacking. What's up with people not drinking these days? I can understand those that have no interest in getting drunk but I can't identify with the person who doesn't even enjoy the occasional wine or beer. I had the occasion recently to ask someone to meet me for coffee. I don't drink coffee, they said. Oh. We talked a little more and decided to make plans maybe for an evening. I suggested beer. I don't drink alcohol was their reply. This person was also vegetarian. Hmmm... maybe those things are all tied together. Would it have killed this person to meet me for coffee but order an italian soda or a hot chocolate?
Saturday, we slept in late and I played on the computer nearly the entire day. Fiddling with Illustrator. Pleading with Flash. Stuff like that. In the evening we went out towards The Valley and had dinner with Terry and Tammy and assorted other hooligans at Outback Steakhouse. Afterwards we played penny poker and drank. Hooray for the drinkers! It's always nice to get out and have some conversation, intellectual and otherwise. Afterwards, we stocked up on various pain relievers. T. pulled his thigh muscle in a game of flag football so we went to the pharmacy. Picked up a jumbo bottle of Aleve, a heating pad and a box of second skin for blisters. I took two Aleve for my back and didn't feel it for the rest of the night.
And, like I said, we didn't leave the house at all on Sunday. Well, I take that back. I did step out onto my porch to tell the thug next door to turn his freakin' radio down. He was also standing on the porch so I barely had to stick my head out. I hauled in the Sunday paper and that was it for fresh air and sunshine.
This evening we did our mountain of laundry. There were eight loads. So now we're finally caught up with everything. On the way home we pondered various names for laundromats on the theme "Suds n Duds." Suds n Studs: Handsome young men working the detergent counter, sweeping up here and there and bending over to pick up loose dryer sheets. Would be populated by single women and gay men. Ewwwww! æ |
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