two things which i don’t normally see:
1. 4 guys making a movie on the corner of anza and 25th avenue in san francisco at 10:45pm on a tuesday night. they had the video camera all set up in front of a guy on a scooter. the director was giving the actor an inspirational talk. the cameraman looked bored. a lighting tech was stationed at the top floor window of the apartment building shining a spotlight down on the scooter. it was delightfully odd.
2. naked women. lots and lots of naked women. sure, i see myself naked all the time. but dozens of other naked women? not so much.
yesterday i went to the campus rec center and went swimming! my classmate pamela held my hand (figuratively) and showed me where the towels are, how to get in, where to go, and how the suit spinner works (genius, it dries your swimsuit so fast). she even loaned me shampoo and conditioner because i, of course, brought nothing like the lame goose i am.
my eyes were popping out of my head by the end of this experience, let me tell you. locker rooms are a bevy of nudity.
you know how no one expects the spanish inquisition? well, i apparently don’t expect the reality of locker rooms. obviously they’re going to be full of naked women, but it still surprised me. just like thumbscrews and iron maidens.
ooh, good plan to go in with an expert. i made it to the padlock on my assigned locker which wouldn’t open before i fled my proposed kickboxing class in terror at the berkeley gym. are there too many prepositions in that sentence?
did you do laps? water aerobics? synchonized swimming?
laps! we did laps in the gigantic olympic size swimming pool, so big it had TWO lifeguards.
p.s. classes at the gym still frighten me. baby steps. baby steps. i’m going swimming again with pam tomorrow.
On the front page of Cementhorizon it looks like you’re saying that you saw 1.4 guys making a movie on the corner of Anza and 25th.
don’t make fun of the disabled, chimpypants.
Disabled? I’m making fun of you, Chimpini, not the guys making the movie.
i AM disabled!
Counting disabled, you mean? 0.4 guys cannot hold a video camera. You must have miscounted.
i have no fingers or toesssssssssob.
If you want to go to the next step, Michele, you should stop by the Gold’s Gym men’s locker room. It’s full of naked men talking about nothing but real estate and vacation destinations. You don’t have to be a member–they offer guided tours in cooperation with the San Francisco Anthropological Society.
Wow, this is an old post, isn’t it? Sorry, I’ve been busy.