Saturday, September 15, 2007

I Like Being A Bum

I do plan on writing about my adventures in Europe eventually, especially now that i've kicked my jet lag to the curb. In fact, I plan on writing a series of vignettes or short, impressionistic scenes that focus on one moment or give a particular insight into a character, idea, or setting, according to Wiktionary. So brace yourself for some intense stories that I'll write in between searching for a new pizza peel to go with my new pizza stone and cleaning out my tennis bag, where I found the four lemons that I bought two days ago.

Before I delve into writing my next great and highly anticipated series, I have to comment on this recent arctic freeze that has hit Manhattan. All of a sudden I can't wear shorts and a t-shirt to the gym when I go on the weekends from my apartment. This leaves with me two options: 1) wear street clothes to the gym (who the hell chose "street" as the proper adjective for regular clothes? I'm not a hooker.); or 2) wear sweatpants or track pants over my gym shorts.

I do the latter, like many people, but with track pants. I could wear sweatpants and come off looking like the guy who can't, as Seinfeld would say, "compete in normal society," who's miserable, but wants to at least be comfortable. But I won't wear sweatpants in public for that very reason.

When did wearing sweat pants in public become a bad thing? I have a couple of pairs that I wear for sleeping, and one time I mustered up all my courage to wear them outside so that I could pull off this "I'm so cool, I don't care" attitude. Well you know what I found out when I went outside? Wearing warm sweatpants in cold weather is FUCKING AWESOME. I'm not even remotely kidding. It's like being out in the cold, but enveloped in this toasty, warm fleece blanket. It's the closest a human can get to recreating the feeling of being in bed in an outdoor setting, without actually being in an outdoor bed.

I was totally enjoying myself on my way to the Equinox at the Time Warner Center (home of Anderson Cooper. Swoon.) I was working from home that day, so it was the middle of the week, and there were lots of people who were dressed nicer than me in their work clothes. Well even if they weren't in their work clothes, they still would have looked more polished than me.

At this point, I felt compelled to make these people aware that I was dressed like this because I was going to the gym, and not because I'm unemployed or the Gap was having a sale, and this was all I could afford.

I started stretching my arms, doing shoulder and tricep stretches. Then I started to jog, even jogging in place, while waiting for the light. I was kind of bobbing my head, side to side, like I was waiting to enter the boxing ring. When I actually got to the gym, I was out of breath and felt like I was in a sweat pant furnace. I was so out of breath, that I kind of garbled with "Thank (alien-speak)," when the gym front desk girl wished me a good workout.

In short, I ended up looking like a douchebag who was overly afraid of wearing sweatpants in public. I'm not sure if my experience really proves anything except maybe I shouldn't be let out in public by myself.


GrooveTheory said...

OMG! This post is sooooo appropriate right now, because I said the exact same thing last night! We had dinner at our neighborhood Thai restaurant. I mean it's decent, but you don't have to be fully dressed. I felt bummy yesterday so I said, fuck it! I'm just wearing my Juicy Couture velour ensemble and that's that. IT FELT SOOOO GOOOD! I almost slept in it.

tim said...

Ha hah ahahahaha... you crack me up.

Ming_the_Merciless said...

Like boys who don't like girls who wear glasses, gay boys don't like boys who wear sweat pants in public.

Back away from the sweat pants unless you want to spend the rest of your life alone. I'm just saying!

David said...

I'll rock the sweatpants if I'm going to the convenience store on the corner or doing laundry at home. I just feel too exposed in them, like I'm outside in my underwear, even though I have a really nice pair from Old Navy.

Your over-compensation was hysterical. Shadow-boxing on a street corner? LOL.

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