I had the day off so I scheduled a follow-up appointment with my new internist. I saw him for the first time last summer, having fired my previous internist for being a dumb twit.
I like my new internist. A feeling confirmed by today's visit which was brief, to the point, and utterly lacking in surprises. I'm in the pink, my readings are fine, I got some scrip for some meds I need and I got a few free samples of ... well, a male performance drug, to be perfectly blunt. His parting words were along the lines of "keep up the good work and I'll see you next summer."
Medically speaking, it's been a good year. The last "surprise" was the diagnosis of type II diabetes last January. It was a year that was surgery-free. The first such year since 2003. Yeah, I need to lose a few stones (I nearly said "pounds" but to be honest, it's really a couple of stone which, for those of you who don't know, is 14 pounds).
So, on the heels of such a good visit with the doctor I immediately took myself to the movies to see "Pan's Labyrinth" at the Princeton Garden Theater in beautiful, downtown, Princeton, New Jersey. It's right across the street from the campus of Princeton University. School's in session so the town is full of undergrads... all of whom appear to be... oh, say, 12 years old to me. I was early, so I killed a half hour at the local Starbuck's with a Vente (double-cupped, leave room please).
Well, I'm sure Guillermo del Toro had the best of intentions but, let's face it, a film about and set in Fascist Spain during the Spanish Civil War is NOT exactly a "toe-tapper."
I didn't exactly flee the theater after the movie, nor did I dawdle in my seat through the closing credits.
Besides, I had to get home in order to prepare for the most sacred duties a gay man has to perform on the 2nd Monday of January every year. I refer, of course, to the necessary preparations for watching tonight's broadcast of The Golden Globe Awards, a night second only in religious significance to the Oscar broadcast at the end of February.
And so, it being 8:01 p.m. (eastern time) I must wind today's scrivenings up and get my butt over to the comfy chair.
Drink up, everyone! It's SHOW TIME!!!
2 comments:
Oh I do wish we lived closer to one another. How I would have loved to watch the show with someone who really understands.
Oh, I understand, my dear Ms. Sykes.
Yes, we could've kvelled and oohed and aahed at the gorgeousness and laughed, uncontrollably, at the gaffes.
It would've been, truly, a religious experience.
It always is.
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