Alone Again, Naturally
A penumbra of sadness has descended on Gull Ave. My wife has left me alone again, this time to attend a sorority sister soiree in San Diego. And I have an extra hour to fill.
I got to the posh club at opening time today. I spent some time on the stationary bike and then some deltoid and rhomboid work. I tend to avoid the biceps. As I believe I’ve mentioned here previously, they’re already too damn big.
I usually see some interesting things there. They had a sign up about a class in Zohar, the chief text of the Jewish Kabbalah. I temporarily confused it with that Adam Sandler classic, You Don’t Mess with the Zohan.
A few weeks ago, I was minding my own business, blow drying my armpits, when I encountered a gentleman at the sink in his underwear. This would not be odd if he had not also been wearing his socks and loafers. I thought you usually took those off before your pants. And there was a millennial gently and meticulously blow drying his scraggly beard on the lowest setting. Give it a couple wipes with a towel and you are done bro.
In politics, our esteemed president* - asterisk courtesy of Charles Pierce – was booed at World Series Game 5 as well as a UFC bout last night. I do not recall President Obama attending any UFC fights.
Surprisingly, Thursday’s impeachment vote went strictly along party lines. The big news is that Jim Jordan wore a suit coat and Katie Porter a Batgirl costume.
SB1 is down at The Wig’s house, doing his part. Mrs. Wig is putting in 14-hour days until the election. They are both helping turn Virginia blue.
Lastly, Tim Ryan ended his presidential campaign a little while back. My question is: How could they tell?
I got to the posh club at opening time today. I spent some time on the stationary bike and then some deltoid and rhomboid work. I tend to avoid the biceps. As I believe I’ve mentioned here previously, they’re already too damn big.
I usually see some interesting things there. They had a sign up about a class in Zohar, the chief text of the Jewish Kabbalah. I temporarily confused it with that Adam Sandler classic, You Don’t Mess with the Zohan.
A few weeks ago, I was minding my own business, blow drying my armpits, when I encountered a gentleman at the sink in his underwear. This would not be odd if he had not also been wearing his socks and loafers. I thought you usually took those off before your pants. And there was a millennial gently and meticulously blow drying his scraggly beard on the lowest setting. Give it a couple wipes with a towel and you are done bro.
In politics, our esteemed president* - asterisk courtesy of Charles Pierce – was booed at World Series Game 5 as well as a UFC bout last night. I do not recall President Obama attending any UFC fights.
Surprisingly, Thursday’s impeachment vote went strictly along party lines. The big news is that Jim Jordan wore a suit coat and Katie Porter a Batgirl costume.
SB1 is down at The Wig’s house, doing his part. Mrs. Wig is putting in 14-hour days until the election. They are both helping turn Virginia blue.
Lastly, Tim Ryan ended his presidential campaign a little while back. My question is: How could they tell?
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