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Tales of Every Sort & Kind

Well Hello Mr. Pirate

It's been a while since I've written about any fun gym stories. Unfortunately, there hasn't been much in term of exciting news, events, or more importantly, hotties worth noting. Well, all that changed this weekend when someone new entered from stage right.

For now, I'll call him Mr. Pirate. Not for reasons some of you might expect, but rather because he's tall, with dark features, has salt and pepper hair and a light goatee/thin beard along his jawline - reminiscent of Johnny Depp (though taller, more lean and muscular). I first spotted him yesterday when I was on the elyptical machine and he walked by to go upstairs. Again we connected as he came back down a few minutes later, passing by one more time, glancing, then turning away, then just before passing out of sight, glancing back again to see if I was looking. Of course I was. That's when the game began.

I didn't expect to see him again. After all, I've seen a few others that have come and gone in the blink of an eye. Besides that, we don't usually go to the gym around 1:00 in the afternoon on the weekends. But today, because it's Easter Sunday, we took our time leaving the flat. And I'm glad we did. I had another encounter with Mr. Pirate.

I had just showered and relocated to the blow drying station with my bottles filled with shampoo, conditioner, body and face wash. I thought it would be easier than going back and forth between my locker and the hair dryers. About half way through my styling process, I happened to glance behind me. There was Mr. Pirate looking from across the locker room. Of course, I tried not to pay attention. It's a game afterall. I finished blow drying and walked to my locker - of course passing directly by Mr. Pirate. I glanced. He glanced. Fun for all.

Unfortunately, my locker is around the corner (though, Chris was luckier than I as he was stationed right across from Mr. Pirate). So I get dressed (leaving my shirt off as I know the assets that draw attention), and apply my eye cream and face moisturizer. I then finish dressing with applying hair product as the final touch. I take one glance in the mirror to ensure I'm manageable, then grab my bag and pass by Mr. Pirate once again - glancing a third time. He replies with another as well. But because he's almost ready to go upstairs and workout, I decide to give our chance encounter another opportunity to be fully realized (besides that, I had to go the bathroom - that's what two liters of green tea will do). So I drop my bag alongside the blow drying station and do my business knowing full well Mr. Pirate most likely will stop at the sink across from my bag for a chance to look busy as I exit the bathroom.

Sure enough, as I open the door, there is Mr. Pirate filling up a water bottle and pretending to be engaged in his music from his iPod. He glanced. I glanced. I then grab my bag, glance again but this time with a small smirk, then head out the door as he glances back.

I'm not sure if I'll see Mr. Pirate again. He might be in town for the holiday weekend or in Munich for a modeling gig - because he's quite modelesque. However, I'm not completely convinced that he's gay (you'd think with as much staring between us two there wouldn't be any doubt). But he could be one of those straighties that likes to stare at you to see if you're staring at him. But I'm hoping Mr. Pirate is family. It makes going to the gym that much more enjoyable - on so many levels.





Kookey in Kitzbuhel



For the second time now this season, I’ve missed out on skiing. But this time in, it wasn’t because I either consumed too many Ambien on my way back from America or had the flu, but rather it was the result of freakishly warm weather in Austria resulting in nothing but fog and ice resembling that out of a Snoopy Snow Cone machine. But global warming’s power wasn’t enough to stop Patrick, Chris and I from having fun in what many would call one of the most posh ski resorts in Austria.

Of course, no road trip would be complete with stopping at McDonald’s. And on the way out of Munich, there’s one of the most expensive McDonald’s restaurants in the world. Referred to as “Ferrari,” the McDonald’s boasts a media center, indoor athletic arena, multiple ordering stations, a McCafe with fresh cookies and coffees and even fresh flowers throughout the two floors. After stopping only once, we arrived in Kitzbuhel mid-day Saturday just in time to catch the beginning of one of the World Cup ski events.

The Hahnenkamm World Cup Ski race was being held the same weekend we opted to travel to Austria. It was a pure coincidence as we only selected Kitzbuhel because of the availability of the McDonald’s apartment. Some would consider this a deterrent and a pure nuisance (as we did when first arriving). But after watching the race from the sidelines on Saturday (as our tickets weren’t where they should be), witnessing Bode Miller win the overall competition from the VIP section on Sunday, and venturing down into the town filled with crazies (which can only be described as Oktoberfest in the Mountains), we all agreed the World Cup brings with it pure entertainment (even for those who aren’t 18 and falling down drunk).

Not to say filling two and a half days in a ski resort town without snow was difficult. Snowboarding was out. We couldn’t find the tobaggon run. And retail establishments (in pure European fashion) were closed late Saturday and all day Sunday. But a restaurant up the street from our apartment provided not only two delicious meals of Goulash Soup and Turkey Schnitzel, but also an unexpected surprise of bowling in the basement.

In the alps, it’s called Alle Neune. And the activity is similar in style to American bowling with its use of a ball to knock down pins. But the sport is different in that the ball only has two holes, is about half the size, and the pins are automatically reset even though they’re hung by strings. We played four games – two where you knock down as many pins as possible on the first throw and the second that requires more technical skills as you can’t continue to the next frame until you clear all the pins in the alley. Patrick, who’s quite the bowler back home, won as my technical game required too many balls to swipe the slate clean of multiple splits (check out video below).

Paddy Goes 4 Gold


Bouncing Bowling Pins






Tearing Down Walls in Mykonos

It’s easy to fall into routines – going to the gym at 10, snacking on a turkey sandwich at 5, watching the cancelled What About Brian on Tuesdays while eating a chicken breast and salad. So when Chris and I retreated to Mykonos this past weekend, we assumed we’d fall into our normal vacation pattern including laying by the pool, dining early and going to bed before 11:00 p.m. After all, there was nobody to curb our married habits. But once we arrived on the island named after Mykons, the grandson of Apollo, we decided to mix things up and force ourselves out of the box we usually build when away from home. Consequently, we met Greg, Mark, Walter, Walter, Mike and Bill – eight guys who turned our unexpected holiday for two into a memorable vacation filled with a profusion of Greek salads, a plethora of sunset drinks and numerous Dreamgirls drag queen performances.

But the three couples weren’t alone in helping us to find our way out of dullsville. Eric and Filippo, our friends from Munich, arrived on Saturday. And though we assumed they’d be busy with their own agenda (as it sometimes goes when you not only stay apart but have other friends around), we found ourselves together jumping up and down yelling “Superbar!” (the result of my slip of the tongue while saying “Wonderbar” and “Super” in German).

So as sad as we are that our friend Xavier was unable to join us, we’re incredibly happy that our experimental behavior resulted in such unexpected friendships – both those that we cultivated and even those who were just in passing. Now if only our investigational nature could continue once we work our way back to Munich. Who knows what we’d find. But I have a feeling that’s biting off more than we can chew. We need to know what happens to Brian.







Changing Attitudes in St. Petersburg

I can't remember why exactly we chose to go to St. Petersburg. It might have been because the Russian city is listed in one of our Louis Vuitton guidebooks. I didn't even do much homework on the city before leaving as it was mostly Chris who wanted to go. But because I spotted somewhere an engaging picture of St. Petersburg with fountains and colorful buildings, combined with the cache of going to Russia, we thought it was the perfect place to visit in August.

As our driver whisked us away from the small and dated airport to our hotel, my first impression of St. Petersburg wasn't favorable. It seemed harsh. Sure, every other building was in different hues of blue, yellow and pink, but where were the trees? And their flower choices were a bit odd as marigolds and other low lying plants spotted the city landscape (being a lover of nature it's one of the first details I noticed). It didn't help either that we couldn't read a thing. So when we reached the Corinthia Nevskij Palace Hotel, I was a bit disgruntled (flying home from the States a day earlier surely didn't help matters).

But over the next few days, my attitude slowly changed from one with tones of negativity to one that was more favorable. Our tour guide, Helen, was most helpful in winning us over with her commentary of everything St. Petersburg (because without her knowledge, you truly wouldn't digest the city's rich history - such as why the Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna never stayed in Mariinskiy Palace due to the palace's direct facing of a horse's behind). We visited churches, souvenir shops, grand palaces and more; all of which had their own special appeal.

So is St. Petersburg tops on our list of vacation hot spots? The "Venice of the North" loses points for being a bit difficult to reach (a Visa is needed). And with the fall of Communism just over 16 years ago, the city itself is still being born. Restaurants are finding their way to the mainstream as well as recognized retailers (what, no Gap?). St. Petersburg does, however, win back some love with must-sees including the Church of Spilled Blood, Peterhof, and our favorite Russian Pie maker Stolle.

In the end, St. Petersburg may not make our top three, four or even five, but the city formerly known as Leningrad (changed in World War I because the original name sounded too German) still has plenty of reasons to visit - even without the opinion of the overpriced luggage maker.

Where to Stay: Grand Hotel Europe
It's not where we slept, but we found this hotel just up the street to be more upscale and worth the additional 50 euros per night (over the Corinthia Nevskij Palace Hotel). And for all the boys who need a workout while on holiday (it always makes me feel better), the Grand Europe had more free weights (so there's less need to be creative with the Nautilus). Go to www.grandhoteleurope.com for more information.

Where to Shop: Red October Art Shop
According to our tour guide Helen, it's rated best souvenir shop by her guests. But don't expect a Stucky's knick knack selection with decorated shells and pecan rolls. Red October houses upscale local arts and crafts. If I had known we were going to drop over 700 euros inside for various Christmas and personal gifts, I might have told the driver to push the metal to the pedal. Located at 6, Konnogvardeisky Avenue. Telephone: +7 812 312 02 81. Email: redoctober2@mail.ru.

Where to Eat: Stolle
We are so grateful Helen introduced us to Stolle for lunch. This chain of six restaurants in St. Petersburg bakes the most delicious Russian pies with various meat and fruit fillings including beef, chicken, salmon, apple and cherry. The crust isn't flaky like traditional pastries, but rather like challah bread (similiar to a Runza for all you from the Midwest). We visited twice and probably would have returned again if time would have allowed. Order my favorite - beef. For locations, go to www.stolle.ru.

Where to Dine: Podvorie
It's a favorite of Vladimir Putin's and will probably be one of your highlights from St. Petersburg too once you absorb the atmosphere of this traditional Russian restaurant. Located near the Pavlovsk Palace and Catherine Palace, Podvorie is reminiscient of someone's home - minus the giant stuffed bear offering vodka inside the entryway. I ordered Venison - which was a mistake as it has a "gamey smell" that evokes bad memories. But the plates ordered by Helen and Chris were delicious - including Beef Stroganoff with mashed potatoes and roasted corn. Located at 16, Filtrovskoe shosse. Phone: 466-85-44. Visit their website at www.podvorye.ru.

Where to Sightsee: Peterhof, Catherine Palace, St. Isaac's Cathedral, Church of Spilled Blood and Hermitage Museum
With it's naturally working fountains (from May to September) and organized landscaping, Peterhof is most impressive. Catherine's Palace, and its Amber Room, shouldn't be missed. St. Isaac's Catherdral is grand in nature. Church of the Spilled Blood demonstrates traditional Russian architecture with an interior gleaming with tile mosaics. And the Hermitage Museum will keep you walking for hours - or days. I made my way through in a dead heat (with Chris and Helen lagging behind).

How to Sightsee: Farmakovskaya Elena (aka Helen)
Thanks to Helen, I learned Beef Stroganoff was created because Count Stroganoff was having a guest for dinner who couldn't use a knife and fork properly. So, the Count asked his chef to cut the meat into small pieces. And that's just one of many tidbits she offered as she presented St. Petersburg to Chris and I. To contact Helen, send her an email: helen@mailbox.alkor.ru.







Seasons of Change in Lisbon

Because we couldn’t be with our friends over the 4th of July holiday, I initiated a trip to Lisbon. I thought if we were somewhere cool, I wouldn’t think about what I was missing back home. And because the capital city of Portugal looked amazing on the MTV European Music Awards last year, it was on my list of must-sees for this summer. So on July 4th, we departed for Lisbon for five days.

Our travelling day was longer than expected due to the delayed arrival of our aircraft and headwinds. So a four hour excursion turned into eight. Needless to say, by the time we arrived in Lisbon around 8:30 p.m., we were tired. But because the car service from the Four Seasons was there to greet us and whisk us away to the hotel, it improved quickly.

That was, until, we actually arrived at the Ritz Four Seasons hotel. We’re not prissy queens. But when we saw the condition of the hotel and the rooms, it wasn’t what we anticipated (because for those of you who’ve stayed in a Four Seasons, there are certain expectations you have regarding the facility). The rooms were dated. The hotel was unfortunately off the beaten path. And the so called upscale hotel was filled with old people and suburbanites getting married (it could also double as a convention center in Florida). So after settling a bit, we decided to go walking for dinner as well as to find another hotel. As a result, the next day we left the Four Seasons for the Bairro Alto Hotel located in the heart of the city. Change is good. And in this case, change was really good.

Time 2 Sleep

We first stopped by the Sofitel along Avenida da Liberdad (modelled after the Champs Elysees but not as nice – too many trees and not enough shops). We love the Sofitel in Munich (breakfast buffet and all) so we thought it was a good starting point. The décor was modern with a French twist. And the three hot male models standing in the lobby made the hotel that much more appealing (we assumed they were models as they were all gorgeous and tall – dwarfing me in the process). Even better was the price. For a double room, the rate was half that of the Four Seasons. It was smaller, but assuming we weren’t going to be spending that much time in the hotel, we booked a room for safety measures before heading up the street to the Bairro Alto hotel (noted in our Louis Vuitton travel guide).

As we crawled up steep hills to reach our second destination, we realized the Bairro Alto neighbourhood was more of what we were hoping to find. It was bustling with a hip and trendy crowd – not senior citizens wearing generic white sneakers. And upon entering the hotel, we both smiled and agreed the Bairro Alto Hotel was where we wanted to stay.

Converted in 2005 from an 18th century building to a modern boutique hotel, the Bairro Alto Hotel has 52 spacious rooms (a mixture of singles to suites), a rooftop terrace overlooking the Targas River (perfect for drinks and a light snack), a very small but effective fitness center (one of two features that pail in comparison to the Four Seasons), and a breakfast buffet (the second). First and foremost, however, was the hotel’s location. It’s perfectly centered next to both the Metro and Tram systems that gets you everywhere from monasteries to pastries.

Time 2 Sightsee

I’m not a big fan of constantly running around sightseeing when on vacation. You need downtime to enjoy the pool (when there is one – and in Lisbon, there isn’t except for a giant public pool most likely filled with urine). In addition, museums are good in small quantities. So before leaving for Lisbon, I identified just a few must-sees including: Mosteiro dos Jeronimos (Monastery of St. Jerome), Museu do Azulejo (Tile Museum), and Castelo de Sao Jorge (Castle of St. George). Two were amazing, one was “eh.”

Monastery of St. Jermome lies just west of the city along the river. Many say it’s Portugal’s most important historical monument. Built in the 16th century, the opulent church and cloistered garden has to be the cleanest tourist attraction I’ve ever seen. Of course, it’s beautiful. And its well-kept appearance and grounds added to the monastery’s allure. But there’s more to Belem than the monks’ house.

Right next door to the monastery is Pasteis de Belem. In 1837, the sweet shop began making the original “pasties”, or custard tarts, from an ancient “Convento dos Jeronimos” recipe. It’s apparently still in use today. You can find imitations around Lisbon, but nothing compares to those warm “Pasties” right out of the oven. We sat and enjoyed six in the park accompanied by a Coke Zero from McDonald’s across the street (we must always support the local McDonald’s no matter where we go). In fact, they were so good, we returned Saturday night for one more round of the Portuguese sweetness after dinner.

In addition to the monastery, there are other attractions in and around Belem including the Tower of Belem and Chapel of St. Jerome. We saw both from afar but didn’t further investigate. We opted instead to see what I believe was the Maritime Museum with a spectacular view of the Targas river. It commemorates the point in Belem where ships sailed for the new world. It also features a movie on Portugal that you can see for an additional euro above the four-euro entry fee. Personally, I’d skip the movie. It was, however, air conditioned so it’s a good place to rest.

We spent another day at the Castle of St. George and random churches you find on your way down the hill. The Moorish castle sits high above Lisbon so it provides truly the best perspective of Lisbon and its geography. Fortunately, there’s a tram (#2) that also takes you right to the gates so no walking is required. Otherwise, with the warm temperatures, you might be a sweaty mess by the time you reach the top. But once there, you’ll find beautiful grounds and gardens, along with an amazing view. Oddly, I found similarities to my hometown’s very own Coronado Heights (in Lindsborg, KS). It also rests atop a hill in the country with a small castle at the top. Sure, the scale is different, but trekking through St. George’s castle gave me flashbacks to when I was kid climbing the steep “mountain” to reach the top – only to burn grass and create dangerous fires that drove my grandma crazy.

On Sunday, as we waited for our flight later in the day, we decided to visit the tile museum as Portugal is known for it’s clay baked squares. Unfortunately, the museum is off the beaten path so it’s only accessible via a short cab ride (or connecting buses). Looking back, I’d mark this one last on my list, as not only were they in the process of completing the museum, it wasn’t that particularly interesting. It was free, however, as most museums in Lisbon don’t charge on Sundays from 10 a.m. – 2 p.m. We soared through the monastery in about 30 minutes before heading to another hot spot on Sundays – the Corte Ingles Superstore with an open grocery store and movie theatre (unusual for Sundays).

We grabbed some bread, cheese, chips and drinks and made our own lunch before seeing one of two movies we caught in Lisbon – Transformers and Fantastic Four. With every moving playing in English (with Portuguese subtitles), we took advantage of the state of the art cinema to be part of Transformers opening weekend on Saturday. We also saw Fantastic Four on Sunday, as it’s not scheduled to open in Munich over the next two months. The popcorn (sweet mixed with salted) offered by the concession stand was delicious (and free as we purchased tickets in the Vonage VIP section), the sound was amazing, and it felt as though we had our own private screening as nobody was there. Sure, the ice cubes in the soda were too big, but we both enjoyed the movies – something many might consider strange as we were in another country with so much to do and see. But for us, sitting in a foreign movie theatre provides the right balance of sightseeing activities with something more low key.

Time 2 Shop

Between hiking up hills to tourist hot spots and stuffing our face in the cinema, we also spent time shopping. We hit many small shops in the Bairro Alto, but didn’t find much except for the sale at Diesel and tiles at Sant’Anna right behind the hotel where we purchased 20 tiles to place in our house once we return to America (it’s very difficult to compose a tile picture when you have no idea where you’ll put it). Most of the other retailers in the area seemed to cater to skateboarders. As a result, we moved down to the Chiado where more high end and specialty stores are located like our favorite shop in Lisbon, A Vida Portuguesa (formerly known as Uma Casa Portuguesa).

The “new” Chiado shop features “genuine and touching products of original Portuguese Design.” From soups to ceramics, the store is filled with an eclectic mix of all things interesting. I purchased a gift for someone’s birthday (unable to identify as they read the blog) as well as candles (we’re a sucker for good scents). Besides that, Olga, the semi-blonde gypsy working that day made it all worth the while. She was perfectly quirky and fun – just like the store.

In continuation of our tradition to stock-up on smells we like, we stumbled across giant incense sticks at Emporio Casa. The store is somewhat filled with knick-knacks you’d rather avoid, but within the plastic accessories lays a few hidden treasures. Of course, Hermes, Benetton, Zara, Luis Vuitton and others are all located in Lisbon also, but we find small shops that offer local flair the best (hence why we ventured out to Portugal’s biggest mall to find one-of-a-kind stores only to find Portugal’s biggest mall with the littlest stores ever constructed). The same applies to dining.

Time 2 Eat

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for stopping at McDonald’s, Ben & Jerry’s or Subway (especially when they have my favorite “squirrel shit” ice) for a snack or when we’re on the go during the day. But when it comes to eating out while travelling, we believe you should experience what the country is known for serving – and for Lisbon, it’s fish (which posed a problem as the only fish I like is albacore from a can or the kind found in fish sticks).

For our first dinner in Lisbon Wednesday night, we followed the recommendation of our soon-to-be hotel, the Bairro Alto. They suggested as Salgadeiras. Considering we had been travelling all day, I couldn’t think of swallowing a fish dish. So, against my own advice, I ordered veal stroganoff. Chris had some fish (cod perhaps?) The service was nice, the restaurant adorable, and the food just above average. But at that point, we didn’t care really. We both just wanted to go to bed.

The following night, after enjoying a cocktail on the roof of the Bairro Alto hotel where we met Jonathan and Ryan, a Swiss and Canadian now living in NY, we all went to Orange. Interestingly, the concierge recommended it to us all (as well as everyone else at not only our hotel but the Four Seasons as well). And since our seating times were just 30 minutes apart, we decided to combine dinners (as they had been alone on an island for almost a week and Chris and I spend enough time together in Munich). Besides that, it was good to be surrounded with some “gayness” as it’s not that apparent in Lisbon (as we soon found out later that evening).

Both Jonathan and Ryan couldn’t have been any sweeter. They’d been together for 11 months while Chris and I just celebrated our 11th year anniversary. Good thing the company was good as the food at the restaurant wasn’t very appealing. Being a fan of stew, I selected some dish made of fish and bread (so did Ryan). In short, it was horrible. Think of it as bread “mushed” with fish with some type of brown sauce. They called it “poor man’s food.” Apparently the Portuguese created it first only with bread - adding fish at later date. Either way, it wasn’t tasty. Dessert was better but nothing to write home about. But as we all started to fall asleep (around 11 p.m.), we convinced ourselves to push on with the evening and venture out to the gay scene around the Bairro Alto.

Jonathan had a map torn from a Spartacus guide. So with paper in hand, we searched for a bar worthy of our visit. It wasn’t until the third stop on our list that we realized not only was it hopeless, but nothing short of a miracle would present a happening place filled with eye candy. So, we parked ourselves at Ceu. It wasn’t particularly interesting, but with more than five people inside, it was our best option. After one drink, a few pictures and some good laughs, we all decided it was time to return the hotel. With the boys having an early flight the next day and Chris and tired from walking the hills in Lisbon, midnight was late enough for us crazy, party kids.

I can always rely on MTV Europe for some useful information. Not only do they have a channel devoted to pure dance, the music television gives me some helpful hints on where to travel in Europe – like our upcoming visit to Copenhagen (featured in this year’s awards show). I never would have picked Lisbon had it not been for MTV. I truly didn’t know much about the Portuguese city. But what we found was a cross between San Francisco and Madrid. It’s a beautiful city where people are nice (and speak helpful English without hesitancy), cultural activities are plentiful and desserts are unimaginably sweet and delicious.

PTT Picks: Lisbon

Tile Store: Sant’Anna
Address: 96, Calcada da Boa-Hora
Phone: 351.21.363.82.92
Web: www.fabrica-santanna.com

Portugeuse Eclectic: A Vida Portuguesa
Address: 11, Rua Anchieta
Email: avidaportuguesa@gmail.com

Smells: Arquitectonica 2 Emporio Casa
Address: 62, Rua da Ivens
Phone: 351.21.340.54.50
Web: www.arquitectonica.pot

Sweets: Pasteis de Belem
Address: 84-92, Rua de Belem
Phone: 351.21.363.74.23
Web: www.pasteisdebelem.pt

Sights: Castle of St. George
Address: Rua Costa do Castelo
Tram: 2
Bus: 37

Sights: Monastery of St. George
Address: Praca de Imperio
Phone: 351.21.362.00.34
Web: www.egeac.pt
Tram: 15
Bus: 28, 43, 49, 51

PTT Tips:

1) Don’t stay at the Four Seasons Hotel unless you’re specifically looking for a nice fitness center and breakfast buffet. Otherwise, find another hotel that’s better priced and closer to the heart of the city.

2) Stop by the Bairro Alto Subway for a cold, refreshing Coke Zero with “Squirrel Shit” ice.

3) Don’t expect to find an outdoor pool in Lisbon. There’s only one, it’s public and in the suburbs.

4) On Sunday, the Corte Ingles grocery store is open along with the movie theatres. So, if you have time between your check-out time and flight departure, and you’re tired of museums, go wander the aisles to see what crazy foods you can find.

5) The biggest mall in Portugal isn’t worth seeing.

6) The Bairro Alto doesn’t ask for your room number at breakfast. So, if you want to be cheap (really, really cheap), walk in between 7:00 and 10:30 and act as though you’re staying there.

7) By a public transportation pass at the metro for the tram, bus or subway. It’s only three euros a day and gets you everywhere.

8) Don’t wear sandals. The hills will shred your toes.

9) If you want to experience the party scene, don’t expect to go out until 2:00 or 3:00 a.m.

10) Beware of those who pick-pocket – especially on the trams. With you being stuffed inside those rail cars, it’s easy for some little squirt to snatch your wallet.





Searching for Acceptance

Isn’t it funny how we’re never satisfied? It seems we always want more money, more time, and in my case, more muscles. But over the past month, I’ve been trying to accept my body for what is – lean and tidy. I may not weigh over 200 pounds as originally planned, but resting around 170 should be acceptable. Besides that, when I see what others do to get what they want, like a bigger physique, I realize sometimes you need to know when to call it quits and accept what your family tree has given you.

For example, it’s spring. And with the blooming of flowers also comes the explosion of injected testosterone at the gym. I’m all for getting the help you need to achieve your goals. But when the results of those intentions are a bit scary, and some overdose on what we call “the juice,” it’s sad to see them transform themselves into Frankenstein.

Take my latest motivation at the gym. When I first saw him, he was solid, handsome and perfect in many ways. Now that a few weeks have passed and the injectibles are starting to settle in, he’s becoming a bit ogre-like. Combine that with an overdose of tanning beds UV rays and a weight-line haircut, he’s beginning to lose his appeal. But interesting enough, he probably thinks he’s on the path to perfection – when he already had it.

So what makes us stop obsessing over what we don’t have and appreciate what we do? Is it constant reminders from those around you? Hopefully we don’t need to rely on fluffers for self-confidence. I suppose its life experiences that open our eyes. For me, my light bulb moment was when, after experimenting for 8 months, I looked in the mirror and noticed my efforts were tragically misguided – right to my midsection. I guess if I hadn’t gone through that process, I’d still be wishing for more instead of accepting who I am. Here’s to hoping Mr. Infatuation from the gym, and others, realize the same.



Karma On Board!

I don't enjoy flying. But when I do, I try to keep good karma coming my way. So last night when I ruffled the feathers of a fellow Red Carpet Club member, I began to worry. Would my slight nasty remarks made with a grin send my plane crashing into the Atlantic Ocean?

Before boarding, I stopped by the United lounge for a bathroom break and snack fix. Of course, I entered one of two lines where the gentleman in front of me was undertaking a 10-minute transaction. So, after watching numerous guests pass me by in line number two, I glanced at the receptionist. She responded with what I thought was a "come on over." As a result, I sidestepped my way into line two - ahead of an older man who wasn't amused.

He stated, "There are two lines." I replied, "I know" as I moved forward with handing my boarding pass to the receptionist. The old man continued to mumble such phrases as, "You could say excuse me next time." As I retrieved my ticket and walked away, I answered his disgust with "Have a nice flight sir." It wasn't a gritty reply. But it did have a bite.

I truly didn't mean to cut. I thought I was following orders. But instead of handling the situation with positive energy, I took a defensive stance and responded with a bit of attitude. My hunger may have been clouding my judgment. I thought about approaching the gentleman and apologizing (with McDonald's coupons as a peace offering). But for some unknown reason I let the moment go. Needless to say, I sat in the lounge wondering if my actions would come back to haunt me.

Fortunately, they didn't. Maybe it was because I shared my story with my next-door neighbors on the plane. Or, could it be those around me on flight 942 had excess karma to counterbalance my faux paux. Either way, I landed safe and sound in Paris. I wasn't able to watch one of my movie selections however. The sound was broke. So if that's karma's payback, I'll take it.