On Friday after the gym I meet Donnell and we go for dinner in Soho and then Donnell suggests we go to the cinema, which is fine by me because I have a book (An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison) and my iPod with me.
And the film we choose to see is called Fools Gold, and it’s not a cinematic adaptation of the Stone Roses song as I was led gto believe, but it’s a ridiculous adventure with Matthew McConaughey and Goldie Hawn, or somebody who’s like Goldie Hawn a lot, only charmless.
And this film drags on quite a long time – 5? 6 hours we're in there? – and as Donnell complains about the tedious plot I tell him it’s a good thing I’m not paying attention and then I go out and take pictures of the empty bathroom to kill some time.
And what I take away from this film, a film that Matthew McConaughey spends 93% of shirtless, is that Matthew McConaughey goes to the gym a lot, but still manages to be one of the least sexually attractive people out there. On the way out Donnell and I draw parallels between the way we look and the way Matthew McConaughey looks and conclude that we’re not too dissimilar and I’m thinking thank God some people out there find this look attractive, because I certainly don’t.
On Saturday morning, Scott’s at mine and I ask him to come to the Gap with me, because I want his advise on a shirt I want to buy and Scott says, you don’t really want my advise, do you, and I says, you’re right, I just need somebody to agree with me.
So Scott comes and agrees with me and I buy this shirt and then we go to Boots where I buy a knee support thing, which I’ll have to wear next weekend when I go back home for Greek Easter, to hide my leg tattoo from my parents.
Then I go to the gym (my weekend one) and I do another good workout, still fueled by Friday’s motivation from the personal trainer plus two cans of sugar-free Red Bull – it’s Saturday and I don’t mind not sleeping at night.
And during this workout I only listen to two songs – alternating between them – and these songs are Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and 99 Problems by Jay-Z. During this gym session, I decide that these are the only two songs I ever want to work out to.
I have mentioned before how much I can relate to Marky Mark’s lyrics, because we’re both so street, but 99 Problems also seems to be written for me. Plus it features the best dialogue ever put down in lyrical form, which happens when – during the song – a policeman asks Jay-Z to pull over (Jay-Z is not happy) and the following exchange occurs:
Policeman: "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Jay-Z: “Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know”
And right now, on this Sunday afternoon that I’m writing this, I make a promise to myself that I’ll live my life following the following dictum, ongoing:
Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hat’s real low
Also in the gym, I see a pale guy that I like and at some point I go up to him and ask him what this exercise he’s doing is for, like I have no idea, just to make some contact with him. I don’t want anything more obviously, just a two second verbal interaction is enough to satisfy my sexual needs with anyone.
After the gym I go to Soho and I meet Alexei, who’s back from a trip back home in the States and he’s wearing a Ralph Lauren shirt which I have to take a picture of…