Skunkeye Makes Excuses

Skunkeye has been using every lame excuse not to go back to the gym this week. Too tired. Rain. Am I getting the flu? Have to work late not enough time before it closes. Tickets to the Kennedy Center (which I gave up). But mostly its because my housemate D borrowed my gym bag and hasn’t given it back.
He seems to think it makes an impressive weekend bag for when he goes to the city or upstate with his investment banker sugar daddy and his set. Despite, or maybe because of, D’s humble Hong Kong beginnings, everything has to be just “right,” gentile, and preferably designer. His bedroom is his vision of Connecticut, all chartreuse and country inn and old photos of farm houses. Mid-century ceramics, teddy bears. There’s even a Yale banner above his bed. D can barely read or write English. I suppose he’s bought into the way his Sugar Daddy acts like he comes from old money, from aristocratic stock. Skunkeye could tell off the bat he certainly does not (Besides, Sugar Daddy works for Morgan Stanley, so that makes him a barbarian).
And its just a stupid inexpensive green Adidas bag. But D covets its. Maybe he thinks it has WASPish qualities that will rub off and transform him.
So Skunkeye wants his bag back. So he can go to the gym. Not that he doesn’t have other bags, but the green Adidas bag is, like, my gym bag.
But he hasn’t seen D since he came back from New York last weekend. When D hasn’t been sleeping all day with his door shut, he’s been out all night, returning to his room moments before I set off to work. Which is odd because I thought he had finally found a job. After nearly a year.
In fact, Skunkeye helped him get that gig. D doesn’t know how to use his brand new G4 (except in conjunction with his brand new I Pod) so I wrote his CV, cover letter, and thank you letter after his interview (which apparently cinched the deal).
D claims the kitchen isn’t ready at the hotel yet – which makes sense because it is a brand new hotel. However, he did put in a full week at the beginning of March.
Which leads Skunkeye to think D is up to his old habits again – the sleeping all day, going out all night are tell-tale signs. That he is not going to work makes me guess he either quit another job or got fired. I suppose he managed to get back in Sugar Daddy’s good graces (a month ago he was threatening to cut him off unless he found employment) and is getting funding again.
It’s a safe bet that D will be going to the city this weekend. For this party. With my gym bag. And will be sleeping it off all next week. With my gym bag locked in his room.
Ah, excuses, excuses, Skunkeye… get thee to the gym!