Thursday, February 05, 2004

I tried to go to the Y the other day and was put off by the entire experience, spoiled as I was by the other gym I'm trying, the New York Health & Racquet Club, with its petty amenities and sickly sweet odor of eucalyptus and complimentary body wash, the beautiful front desk girl, the carpeted locker room, the mustachioed attendant dressed in blinding, immaculate white.