November 01, 2004
E.S. and I got back to Manhattan yesterday just in time for me to run to the drugstore to buy candy for all the trick-or-treaters who would be coming to my door.
Then, once I got back to my apartment with a grocery bag full of candy, I remembered that I'd forgotten to put my apartment down on the building list of people who wanted to be visited. This meant I was stuck with bags and bags of chocolate and no trick-or-treaters.
I put a pathetic "Trick-or-Treaters WELCOME!!!!!" sign on my door but apparently no one was convinced. And the chocolate called more and more loudly as the evening passed. I tried pretending it was moss but to no avail.
It's a good thing the step class I'm teaching at Columbia starts next Monday rather than today. Because it's difficult for an aerobics instructor to maintain credibility when he is A SPHERE.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 08:04 PM
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1) eM said (on 11/ 2/04 at 03:39 AM):
In my search for more to add to my blogroll, I stumbled across yours. I really like your writing (no, I'm not hitting on you... I'm a female!) Anyway, just thought I'd let you know you "made the cut" :) Ooh.. whee... just noticed the archives! Off to browse through your life some more!
2) Kim said (on 11/ 2/04 at 05:30 PM):
Fantastic Blog! Sorry, can't date you, I'm female... but your stories are fantastic... thank you for sharing!!
3) michelle said (on 11/ 3/04 at 11:21 AM):
Well, F, your popularity with the ladies bodes well for your run as a butt and gut-buster at a female gym.
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