November 1, 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.

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3 Responses to E.S. and I got back

  1. eM says:

    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 says:

    Fantastic Blog! Sorry, can’t date you, I’m female… but your stories are fantastic… thank you for sharing!!

  3. michelle says:

    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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