When I walked in, a cursory glance around the place revealed that 90% of the diners were grossly obese. I was by far the slimmy of the evening, and that's WACK, jack. I remembered Jungian genius James Hillman's shocking and offensive (but possibly true) point that other nations hate Americans partly because we're so ugly, and we impose our ugly, fat, inelegant personal aesthetic on every landscape we inhabit.
This is part of the reason I am personally committed to never, ever wearing sneakers as a tourist in other nations.
I'm heading up next week to spend seven to ten days in O Canada. St. Saveur, then Montreal. Any blogger friends from up there? Wanna have coffee?
I'm going to walk on the beach now, and then hunker down to start my TWENTY PAGE PAPER on "the body at worship."
I'd rather be "the body at hammock" today.
Resolution of my "Sweeney Todd In Concert" date dilemma: I'm going with my friend who played Anthony in the production I did ten years ago! Sometimes things just work out. His wife is due with their first child in three weeks, so he's taking the opportunity to get out with a pal one last time before the Baby Storm hits.