This week I shan't wait until Wednesday to dole out morsels from the weekend. Not that anything momentous occurred. I did take Saturday off, so I had an actual weekend. I know I was just on vacation a month ago (exactly a month, I note, since my menatplay subscription expired today), but I needed a break. People were ghastly last week. Here's to a fresh new start tomorrow! ::clink::Friday was Haircut Day and that's always good. That was followed by an evening trolling from loft to Open House loft, with a few bar stops interspersed, as beautiful downtown Dayton, Ohio was hosting one of its Urban Nights. The lofty spaces were typically high-ceilinged with exposed beams and plumbing. Hence the name, I suppose. I used to think I'd love a space like that, but the more I looked, the more they felt kind of sterile to me. A few were warmed up a touch, but as I get older, I want cozier. Nesty. I don't need much space. I have way more than I need now and I have this urge to purge belongings and simplify. We'll see.
Saturday's highlight came early. I've mentioned running recently. I've rekindled my love of it, after a brief lapse. I haven't run any races in quite some time, though. Saturday I did a 5K. Despite my lack of speed training, no intervals or fartlek or tempo runs, I did OK...for a man of my vintage. Is that enough qualifications for you? 21:10 for the 5K. Not stellar, I know, but since it was a small race, it was good enough to win my age group, hence the medal pictured. See the masks of comedy and tragedy? So totally appropriate for me, Gemini to my bone, that those should be depicted. I was feeling frisky earlier and almost posted a cheesy picture of my naked torso wearing only the medal, kinda like this guy did with his:
Then discretion took over and I didn't.
6 comments:
er. uh. so. ahem. If that is your torso I have just had that heart attack scheduled for mid-life. Jesus Cripes! What a hottie-patootie!! My oh my. Damn! To quote that dork in "Wayne's World" ....'I am not worthy'...
That's you. I want it to be you. To me, it will always be you.
Reality is overrated.
But still no abs really. If it's actually good (I'm not so sure), I'll just say that with a face like mine, I have to bring something to the table.
You see, here's the thing: I look better in my clothes. You, undoubtedly--from this photo sliver of perfection, look stunning out of 'em. Dear, oh dear. This has just put me into a real spiral. Unless I satisfy a particular niche fetish of yours: man in suit diddling himself while eating a donut? Yep. Call me.
It's all smoke and mirrors. And I have the same camera guy that Barbra uses. And Cybill Sheperd. PS You haven't seen the head.
Plus, you KNOW I have the thing for suits. Menatplay anyone?
I can think of a much better place for you to hang that medal over, but that might be pushing the boundaries beyond frisky into downright salacious.
But you know, I am personally more than fully prepared to go there if your ... ummm ... up for it ;-)
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