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.
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!
Fantastic Blog! Sorry, can’t date you, I’m female… but your stories are fantastic… thank you for sharing!!
Well, F, your popularity with the ladies bodes well for your run as a butt and gut-buster at a female gym.