So lets discuss the gym. Lets face it, I've been avoiding going for years, but I have finally accepted my thirtysomething ass indeed is showing wear and tear. So I am irritable enough going at 4:30 am...especially after a spring forward time change...but there are somethings about the gym that i find mind-boggling. In particular: the bathroom/locker-room.
First off: the sounds and smells that emanate from those stalls should only be witnessed inside a Bombay gastroenterologist office.
Secondly: and I believe more importantly; the showers. Today I watched a bareass fifty year old happily shuffle with his towel over his shoulder (instead of around his exposed three piece set) carrying bottle of shampoo. The gym shower is for the rinse, not the slow exfoliating scrub and thorough hair wash. Also today was another older man hopping in the shower...while wearing his bandana, not sure that relieves the headband of its sweat-stank, in fact I would argue it would probably intensify it, but once again I've decided gym logic is a bit different from normal.
Finally: There is a trainer at the gym, who is wildly busy with clients every time I've ever been at the gym. He wears the same black 1981 shorty shorts every day...I mean these shorts stop about 1/2 inch below the balls. I'm thinking his shorts must contain some sort of mind control device because I can't stand to look at him from 300 feet away, let alone have him tecahing me how to squat. To quote Uncle V.....these people are crazy!!

So after work I'll be gong to Spumoni for me and Jenia's first annual Chili cook-off. I'll probably call Sfingi from there for some play by play. After all, I'll be at the stove, Vin will be manning the wine, and Uncle Vito will be giving the color commentary. Lots a chili, usually equals lotsa farts...I'm gonna try and hold them overnite for the gym....hell everybody else does.