happy holidays

in my seemingly unending quest to do the most fucked up shit that one possibly can while living in baltimore, i spent an hour last night singing christmas carols in the lobby of the downtown athletic club. not really christmas carols that you've ever heard of, either. christmas carols from this book of like anglican christmas songs from 1954. when we'd sung the four songs that we recognized from that book, we just turned to the pianist, this old black man with a penchant for extremely slow playing, and said, "so, what christmas songs do you know?"

"yeah, something upbeat!" lesley craigie kept trilling in her scottish brogue. which is how i found myself singing "rudolph the red-nosed reindeer" in harmony with a scottish lady and an old black guy in the lobby of the gayest gym in baltimore.

the upside to the whole situation? i get a MONTH free--that's right, a month--for every hour i sing christmas carols. the downside? my voice is officially shot. oh well, at least i'll have abs.