So I've had kind of a rough week, juggling a lot of slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and decided I'd better regroup before getting back on the blog.
Anyway, Tuesday morning I'm back at the Presidio for another metaphysical journey with Kelly. I was eager to hear about his Russian Bath House experience but figured I'd wait patiently as he reviewed my shoulder mobility.
As he started working away at the shoulder mechanism, Kelly began, "So about the Russian Bath House..." I waited with bated breath for him to continue. My breath was bated because he was pushing down too hard for me to inhale.
"Alas, the Russian Bath house was closed!" (Ok, maybe he didn't actually say "alas" but he implied it.)
I can't exactly remember why he said that it was closed. I think it had to do with a liquor license problem.
He then regaled me with a hilarious story of what he ended up doing in New York instead which incidentally did not involve good Cuban food.
Then he dropped another Kelly conversation-explosive (and I am paraphrasing here): "So tomorrow I am off to the Land of Ice and Snow, from the Midnight Sun where the hot springs blow."
My eyeballs bulged (and not just because I was lying face down.) What?! What?!
I immediately considered explaining that I am good at braiding hair and folding clothes and would therefore make an excellent assistant.
So anyway, he is now arriving in Valhalla-ville.
I googled Norwegian Bath House.
Alas for Kelly, No Results.
As he started working away at the shoulder mechanism, Kelly began, "So about the Russian Bath House..." I waited with bated breath for him to continue. My breath was bated because he was pushing down too hard for me to inhale.
"Alas, the Russian Bath house was closed!" (Ok, maybe he didn't actually say "alas" but he implied it.)
I can't exactly remember why he said that it was closed. I think it had to do with a liquor license problem.
He then regaled me with a hilarious story of what he ended up doing in New York instead which incidentally did not involve good Cuban food.
My eyeballs bulged (and not just because I was lying face down.) What?! What?!
I immediately considered explaining that I am good at braiding hair and folding clothes and would therefore make an excellent assistant.
So anyway, he is now arriving in Valhalla-ville.
I googled Norwegian Bath House.
Alas for Kelly, No Results.
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