Monday, May 16, 2005
Fulfilling the Appetites - Big Time
It’s been a good weekend of relaxation and gratification. Friday was a rollercoaster of frustrations, aggravations, enticements, and delights, and by the time it was over I had nothing left for the weekend. So, when I awoke on saturday, I cooked myself an enormous brunch ("slutty duchess” french toast sandwiches, mmm good, with melon balls and pitted cherries, which are each just as euphemistic as they sound but twice as tasty), with rum and cold seltzer to wash them down. I ate and drank myself insensate and then dawdled and tidied and read, finally falling into a comatose nap in the late afternoon for three motionless hours under the goosedown comforter. Kel was home once I awoke (after 36 straight hours on the job) and we had indian food for supper while watching television (Cook’s Tour and Apprentice). Then I returned to Bed Mountain - the kingsized pillow-top bed that was already plenty comfortable before we loaded it up with a three-inch memory-foam mattress-topper that cradles my pleasure-lovin’ self like a welcoming bosom and that’s paying a big compliment to bosoms. I got about 15 hours of sleep, altogether.
Then on sunday - today - I awoke gently and did a bit of writing before stepping out to clement street to meet laila and jeannette for a shopping trip at the new may wah, an enormous emporium of asian delicacies. laila was looking for certain pandan products (no relation), of which I’ve never heard of any of them; she found not only fresh pandan leaves, but also pandan extract and pandan paste. I tells ya, it was pandanonium. I got a load of produce, some ginger tea, mochi, and a bunch of other crap, and then we all strolled down to vege house on 6th for a few plates of deliciously greasy food and some of those weird sweet soupy dessert drinks I so enjoy (plus fried chinese dough at three-fer-a-buck, which you just can’t beat). We talked for a long time over lunch and I then bid my friends farewell, wandered back home, and attended to a bit of paperwork and blog updating; then Kel and I went to the gym for a solid workout. Once home again I showered with the nice soap evi gave us so long ago but that I was initially saving for guests till I realized that I’d get more out of it if I used the damn stuff myself; I cooked up a very tasty supper of tortilla soup with broccoli, carrot and sausage, drank lots of rum with mint and coconut juice (yay new may wah), and then watched the end of survivor. I’m going to bed now with a nice buzz on, feeling positive about facing a new week. we’ll see how long that lasts, but so far, so good.
and in honor of a weekend in which I indulged myself without restraint, eating and drinking and sleeping and enjoying what life had to offer, here’s a poem I wrote not long ago about appetites, and the fulfillment thereof. It’s based on a phrase I saw printed on the side of an enormous bottle of household cleaner, but it could really apply to so many things, don’t you think? I call it:
INDUSTRIAL SIZE
is the size for me
why settle for rivers
when there is the sea
when a bucket is barely
enough for a taste
and the leftover extra
goes never to waste
i need more than enough
and some extra on top
and i’m just getting started
when other men stop
my capacity beggars
the bottomless well
i consume till i drain
yet my thirst doth impel
i desire and crave it
and all it implies
there is one size for me
it’s INDUSTRIAL SIZE
have a good monday. go on, I dare ya.
