Dudes! Long time no talk (blog? write?). Long time no talk for some of you for sure. Or email. Whatever. I have been to China, all over Central, and back to Stanley and Macau since I last posted – got moms in town, and we’ve been doing all kindsa shit – so I have been somewhat remiss in posting the blog. But I was in the steam room at lunch today and I realized that I had to post my little steam room moment.

So anyway, I sneak off at lunch to mack on a quick workout. Don’t have much time so I decide to do some stretching and hit the weights, which takes less time than the cardio action or a full-on class (which I don’t freakin’ take anyway cause I’m in jack shit for shape and don’t want to humiliate myself). Anyway, I do my little weights session, I’m the man, looking out the window at the harbor from the 37th floor and pushing up mad weight. Ha ha. Then I head to the locker for a quick sauna session – whoops, it’s closed to repairs – and head into the steam room instead, which is actually really small – only about 6x6, made of little light-blue bath tiles like a 50’s beach club steam room. Even the bench is made of these tiles, which can burn your ass right through the towel, let me tell you. The steam is fully pumping – place is just like full of steam. It’s, uh, a steam room.

About one minute later, this cat walks in buck naked, wearing only a huge digital watch and flip flops, carrying his towel. I’m not looking his way, but I see him holding something yellow, too. I glance over – guy’s got a banana. A banana, for God’s sake. He lays his towel down, puts his feet up on the bench and starts peeling and eating the banana. The sound is disgusting – I wish I could do it for you. Actually, you can do it yourselves! Go into a really, really quiet room with a banana and proceed to eat it in the noisiest, most grodylicious fashion possible. Instead of acting like you’re eating this soft substance, though, make like you’re eating an overdone steak that’s infused with big chunks of granola. It sounded like that.

Luckily, he dipped out of there as soon as the banana was done, but God, was that weird. Not only incongruous and grody, but of all things to be carrying when you walk into a steam room naked…what the hell?

Peace
Chucky