Heavyweight - The Heavy Wait Diaries: Chapter 2
Episode Date: August 8, 2019Heavyweight Season 4 begins September 26th. Until then, we bring you The Heavy Wait Diaries. Each Thursday, a new chapter will be presented to ease the burden of your wait. In Chapter 2, Jonathan tell...s a ridonculous lie. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
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Previously on Miller High Life presents The Heavyweight Diaries.
Alex wants to see you in the studio.
Regretful choice is making my dog sweat.
Make my dog sweat.
My bare sweaty dogs.
It was enough to get my dogs drooling.
Sending a gentle arc of dog sweat across the studio at the exact moment that Alex Bloomberg
walks through the door.
From the tip of his nose, Alex Bloomberg wipes away a bead
of what he must imagine is Chanel No. 5.
But it is not Chanel No. 5.
It is instead a bead of foot sweat from toe No. 5.
The great toe.
I can tell from his hecto-millionaire scowl
that Alex Bloomberg is not feeling overly chuffed.
What's up, man? Bloomberg says. Punctuating his request for information about what is, quote,
up are loud, intimidating slurps from his Hambucha energy drink. Panicking, I toss my shoes and socks
into a waste paper basket in the corner of the room.
Then I hide my nude glistening dogs under the table.
Just chilling out, I assure,
my voice stuttering, cracking, and screeching.
Would that I could be in front of my editing equipment,
I'd smooth out my words with EQ knobs and splicing levers.
But alas, I'm operating in real time,
my least favorite of times.
Things are happening at the speed of life,
and it's making me nauseous.
So, I just wanted to check in about how the new season of Heavyweight is coming along, Bloomberg says.
We've sold all the advertising space, and the sales team is getting nervous.
I'm told you're not responding to any of their Snapchat inquiries?
It's coming along redonkulously amazing, I say.
Redonkulously amazeballs, I mean.
Cool, Moe D., Bloomberg says.
When can I get a little taste?
The normally ruthless Bloomberg is acting coy.
He's been asking me for months to play him what I've been working on.
But because I have nothing, each time I put him off.
Always with some kind of diversion.
Stepping into a garbage can,
feigning a heart attack,
having a real heart attack,
feigning feigning a heart attack so hard it becomes a real heart attack.
But this time,
I decide to man up.
Nay, to person up.
Oh, just putting the finishing touches to the pilot episode, I lie.
Let's have a listening party in a week, Bloomberg says.
We can listen while eating healthy treats.
And, I add, drinking Miller High Life.
Extending a pinky, Bloomberg says,
Tentatively, I extend the tip of my pinky.
Bloomberg touches its nub with the tip of his pinky nub.
Bloomberg's plump pinky nub feels like a wedge of peeled tangerine.
Pinky swears are sacred, Bloomberg says, with what sounds like a touch of menace.
Totally, I say, swallowing hard.
As we rise from our seats and exit the studio, I pray that Bloomberg does not cast his gaze
downward and spy my feet,
barefoot and along. Each of us sets forth in the direction of the bathroom. For Bloomberg,
this means the executive bathroom, the kind of comfort station one might refer to as
the facilities. And for me, this means the public bathroom, where everyone from Timothy Nelson to the FedEx delivery man voids their bowels with exuberance.
Once there, I make myself comfy on the countertop, soaking my barefoot dogs in a sink full of tap water.
I pray to God Timothy Nelson doesn't burst in
and start making small talk about decibels and frequencies
and why in the world I'm washing my feet.
There are crumbs between my toes, I might say.
That's cool, Timothy Nelson might respond.
Is it, I might fire back, is it really?
My tone will be testy, of course,
because, like most, I don't like interruptions
when soaping down my dogs in public.
And as for Bloomberg, I imagine he's in his bathroom,
eating a charcoal-broiled garlic-rubbed steak
and drinking a goblet filled with two bottles of Miller High Life
while seated atop a dynamically warm toilet seat
and staring thoughtfully out a floor-to-ceiling window
as the pale sun sets over
the Brooklyn skyline. While vigorously paper-toweling my dogs and imagining just how
beautiful-smelling the executive lavatory must be, how luxuriant and free of charge its beard
unctions and how juicy the bowl full of expertly melon-balled honeydew
cold hard reality
sets in.
Bloomberg is expecting to hear some of
the new season, and I
have absolutely nothing
whatsoever to present him with.
This has been Chapter 2 of the
Heavyweight Diaries.
With any luck, the new season of Heavyweight will begin on September 26th.
Until then, you can chart our progress each week with a new diary update.
And remember, the best place to listen to Heavyweight is on Spotify.
The second best place to listen to Heavyweight is on the sound system in Alex's tricked-out Camaro.
to listen to Heavyweight is on the sound system in Alex's tricked-out Camaro.
Heavyweight is me, Jonathan Goldstein,
along with Jorge Just, Stevie Lane,
Kalila Holt, and B.A. Parker.
This episode was mixed by Emma Munger.
Music by Bobby Lord.
Our ad music is Vivaldi's Spring,
performed by the Wichita State University Chamber Players.
We'll have a new chapter of the Heavyweight Diaries
next week.