When I got home from work yesterday, Matt wasn’t there, so before I went back out again, I stuck a Post-It note on his computer with the following message to tell him where I’d be:
therapy then gym
Then it struck me that those are both names of Manhattan gay bars.
They would be, wouldn’t they.
I’ve been to both in the same night, too.
The bars, not the others.
Hilarious. Being a west-side Manhattan gay-boy, my immediate assumption was that you were going to the bars, not literally to therapy and then to the gym. That probably says something unpleasant about me. In other news, though Andy’s linked you for ages, I only really started reading you today. Consider yourself linked again as soon as I finish updating my official reading list. I’m enjoying your point of view.