Catching up a little.
Sat: Went to CT. Went to various craft stores to buy art supplies.
Sun: Went to Long Island; helped Jess and Marc with some moving. Took the train back to Jamaica; subway got flooded; wandered around some place called Forest Hills at midnight trying to figure how the fuck I was going to get back to my apartment; started walking since there were hundreds of people waiting for the hourly bus (fuck you, MTA); finally flagged down an off-duty cab which took me home. The part at Jess and Marc's house was, however, more than worth dealing with the rain and MTA.
Mon-Wed: Work. Working out.
Week two of the new 'get in shape before the reunion' plan. So far, lots of weight lifting and lots of cardio have been offset by eating poorly. Therefore, I've only lost a few pounds. Add to that the constant muscle aches and the hip that has decided to quit working from time to time and I'd have to say that this pretty much sucks. I suppose I should just deal with the fact that I'm going to be talked about as 'the one who got fat'; I mean they're already going to be talking about me behind my back since I appear to be the only one who also 'got gay'.
Well, as Oscar Wilde said, "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about." But then look how that turned out for him . . .
I suppose I shouldn't bitch too much about the weightlifting. My clothes do fit better now. And I can still put on muscle fairly quickly (judging by my progress in the last two weeks), which is pretty good for a guy on the cusp of middle age.
But between work and the gym, I have little time for anything else which kind of sucks. I'm seeing a play this Friday (Seduction at the Fringe Festival) which should be fun. And I'm going to a party this weekend which will certainly be fun. It's just the weekdays that are kind of sucky.