February 26, 2009
I Admit It - I'm An Obese-ist
I've started swimming laps at the gym to counter all the concrete pounding I do every day. Pools at a gym are never big enough. The one I use has three lanes, so when you're sharing it becomes six small ones. I don't know the exact rules of sharing lanes but I've assumed that it's like the road. Stay to the right. Yesterday I got in the pool at the exact time as another woman and as she neared the end of a lap, I started off on the right and she returned on the other side. Simple, as I guessed.
After a few laps, the woman in the center lane finished and gave it over to me. Five minutes later my original partner left and the pool was entered by a man and an obese woman. Not fat. Obese. The man took the empty lane and the woman asked to share mine. Why? Cuz I'm smaller than the man? I took off and reached the other side and stopped to see where she was. She was coming down the LEFT side doing a breast stroke which basically took over three quarters of the lane. I free-styled down the left side which felt unnatural and finished at 30 laps. I was too annoyed to continue but was thankful I got that many in. That's the thing about gyms. People are in them. And to the dudes that sweat all over the machines and leave, Fuck You - bring a towel!
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February 09, 2009
Another Case Of The Good Gone Bad
David had researched a mexican eatery all week for our usual Sunday restaurant outing.
Since it was in Hollywood, I suggested we start at the Hungry Cat for a beer and the best peel-n-eat shrimp on the planet.
Over a fine craftsman beer for me and a grapefruit margarita for him, we told our bartender Matt our intentions of going to Malo. He gave us this sly smile and told us that was an alright place. He knows some of the girls who work there. And I bet he does...and I wished later he'd told us what he really knew.
We drove up to Malo and I realized it was the old LA Nicola (and after that Cobalt Cantina.) I said, son of a bitch, this was LA Nicola, one of my favorite places in Hollywood. I had an art show here. I had a hundred martinis here at least! Well, we walked in and we both knew instantly that we wouldn't be eating there. It stank of bathroom ass. How could anybody eat with urinal cake vapors in the air? Since they have about 100 types of tequila, David ordered one and I had a Tecate and we used my iPhone UrbanSpoon app to find our next stop. Thank Dog for the iPhone. We ended up at El Conquistador a few blocks away. I had an outstanding tostada and we shared iPhone glory with the boys at the next table.
As Jack White would say, Oh well, oh well.
