The grand old N.O.A.C is just ten blocks from my house, and maybe seven blocks from my office. Getting there is not the issue. It's what happens when I walk through the doors with all best intentions. So many opportunities for avoidance and delay of the inevitable greet this lazy-assed member.
C'mon inside and I'll show you.
|The N.O.A.C. library, a major distraction right off the bat. Nice big Christmas tree, comfy leather club chairs, quiet. Get my free cup of coffee? Catch up on the papers? New York Times? Wall Street Journal? Tempting.|
|The obligatory male fantasy moment at the threshold of No Man's Land. Sorry, fellas, illegal spycams only beyond this point.|
|My goal at last, the fabled saltwater pool. Uh oh, what's this? Aquaciser ladies in session. Guess I'll hit the steamroom until they leave.|