Glam, Sweaty Pigs

Just a quick couple updates to the last two posts… Yesterday when I got into work the chefs were smoking a small pig that looked exactly like the one I had seen in my dream. “That’s weird,” I thought to myself, and then continued setting up the restaurant. Later in the evening the thought recurred, and I went up to the open kitchen and asked the chef how many small pigs they had smoked that day. The answer was that they had smoked two, but served only one. Exactly the same as in my dream from the night before. Strange.

A “Tale From the Gym,” that I’d forgotten to mention… We don’t work out alongside many women at Gold’s Gym, because they have a pretty large “Women’s Only” section on the other side of the basement. This area has shaded windows so that disturbing, horny gym bunnies (men) cannot gaze in. That’s where most of the women are. Yesterday, however, a Latina with about forty pounds on me was using the Arc Trainer on the not-women-only side, pretty close to Kiki and myself. When I finally got off the elliptical, and went to get a bunch of paper towels and disinfectant, to sanitize the equipment, I had probably sweat out three or four gallons of Diet Coke.

This woman, again, who had forty pounds on me, exclaimed to her trainer as I bunched up paper towels and used them to dry my belly, chest, back and mane of hair. “EWWWWW… look how MUCH that man is sweating!” Kiki heard her and thought it was truly hilarious. He also said, maybe just to make me feel better, that if we had waited about five minutes she would have been sweating at about my level, right into her spandex. EWWWWWW…

Thats about it. Tomorrow is my first day off of the week, and I plan to spend some time listening to albums online. David Bowie has just released the 30th anniversary edition of Aladdin Sane, with lots of bonus studio cuts and live tracks. I am pretty excited. Here are some lyrics from the first track, “Watch That Man.” I’m off to wait on a twenty five person party, right at 5:30….

“Yea! it was time to unfreeze
When the Reverend Alabaster danced on his knees
Slam! so it wasn’t a game
Cracking all the mirrors in shame

[CHORUS]
Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and
spoon
Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
He walks like a jerk
But he’s only taking care of the room
Must be in tune”

1 thought on “Glam, Sweaty Pigs”

  1. dreaming pig dreaming of another pig says: do not eat me. that is act number 1 of the plan, before the involvement of Subway, before the action at Gold’s Gym.
    Put it in order!

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