Wow! Where has the time gone? It seems as though it’s been years since I last post. Can you believe the “I Kissed a Girl” song (the theme song for our lesbot nation) has dominated the airwaves and I’ve written NOTHING about it?! I’ve been too busy preparing for wedding bliss!
Speaking of wedding bliss, we are now in the final preparations for the big day (which is nearly two months away!). Noooooo!!!! I mean, Yessssssss!!! (Honestly, the only thing I’m concerned about is everyone looking at me while I wait at the “altar” and the plane ride to our honeymoon destination. I’m cool with everything else.)
The other night, we decided to relieve some pre-wedding stress by wining and dining at Station Square. I was super-psyched as any dope-ass Brookline native would be, but as we drove through the parking lot, I could tell something was amiss. The nearby hotel was hosting an ultra-buff women convention!
Now I have nothing against women who workout or do cardiovascular workout or the ever-useless yoga, but the women I saw walking through Station Square were uber-buff, body-building women with muscles throbbing all over. Their veins sprung from their appendages as if they were part of some bas relief created by God. These tan, solid women stuck out of the crowd like Baldwin residents at a prestige country club. People weren’t familiar seeing them there!
The buff women received glances from nearly everyone they passed. Shifty eyes focused on their robust figures as they walked through the courtyard. Personally, I found their larger-and-stronger-than-the-average-man look unattractive – however many of the women were accompanied by guys! The guys themselves were not body-builders, but I had to wonder: How do these guys feel? Do they feel emasculated? Are they usually on the bottom?
After awhile, I stopped thinking about it because my head started to hurt. (This sometimes happens during humid evenings. It’s not because I’m dumb or anything.)
