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I wish

I wish one of you would go to the grocery store with me to physically prevent me from buying the avocados I never seem to eat before they rot.

pee wee

 

I wish this great Modern Love column had told us more about the hitchhiker. WHAT HAPPENED?! Continue reading

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No class (Part 2)

First read Part 1 if you haven’t already.

What has two thumbs and took her first gym class in years?

OK so it’s me, not Liz Lemon.

After a false start in which I signed up for something called Cardio Video Dance only to realize NOPE), I talked myself into a Vinyasa yoga class. And by “yoga” please know that I don’t mean serious yoga like that taught at Greenhouse. I mean the kind that comes free at my somewhat down-at-heels gym. Continue reading

No class (Part 1)

I have no class.

No fitness class, that is.

I have them in that I belong to a gym. I just skip them.

Why? I think it started as a rebellion against the years – fourteen years – rigorous, time-consuming dance study I did.

ballet bun

By high school, I averaged six classes per week, spread over the course of three days. Mostly ballet including pointe but also jazz, tap and helping with younger kids’ classes. In the month leading up to a performance, the time commitment would typically double.

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Business travel isn’t always glamorous

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know I enjoy my trips to Los Angeles. I have favorite hotels, restaurants and people to see.

Sometimes the trips don’t go quite as planned though. Case in point: this most recent trip.

The weather was mostly terrible. The exception was Saturday. I flew out a day early to see a college friend and her family.

MB

My favorite hotel, Andaz WeHo was priced above my daily limit for LA so I  stayed at a new-to-me hotel, a Kimpton property.

I checked into the Hotel Wilshire Sunday afternoon. Continue reading