MFyouknowwhat
in the pool this morning at 5am -- a bit earlier than usual -- and out at 6, much earlier than usual.
- what, done already? - asked my favorite lifeguard (the one with the tongue stud) as i walked past him pulling off my swimcap.
- done. it's friday. time for a beer.
- i am in total agreement.
aaah, the friday before a weekend with abs nothing on the agenda.
hey, how come we didn't have naked parties** when i was at cornell? i'm diggin' on the idea of not having to fret about what to wear to a gig -- you know, where you assemble a dozen different outfits from your outdated closet and then end up staying home with Sliding Doors and a quart of Starbucks Java Chip ice cream cos you have absolutely nothing to wear and you've got too much of a gut to go out in public anyway. (fatmammycat u will just hv to trust me on this 1.)
this is easy dressing, like einstein's. plus, it just might change how you relate to people:
"I found that people who would have been considered heavy with their clothes on actually looked better naked. I’m not sure why. And definitely the gaunt look was a lot less attractive. Visible hip bones looked alarming. It was a nice reality check."
GayArtDirector goes to naked parties, but they're different than Yale's i'm pretty sure. GAD usually don't walk so good the day after his.
have a wonderful weekend, peeps.
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6 comments:
Hmmm .... naked parties sound interesting. I'd probably start doing portraits and sketches with my paints and oil pastels, though.
If you can drink a beer that early in the morning I doff my cap to you. Cofffeeeeee, that'a about it. Lunchtime is early enough for the drinkin'.
i use the term v loosely. in a tighter context, i don't think heineken really qualifies as "beer."
subh, i think we need to teach the art of chillin' where you don't gotta do nuthin at all.
Hineken is not the worst brew really, although Carlsberg is far nicer ifin beer be yer thang. Tiger beer is rather nice too. Especially with spicy food.
Why yes, I'm still here working, working and thinking about beer, how very fucking minging of it all.
We had closed-door Thursday-night swims at Antioch, with games of Group Keep-Away & other fun silly things. The Keep-Away was as rowdy as it got (during) ...but that was plenty.
...er, that should be TEAM Keep-Away; there's a definite difference.
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