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Things I learned this weekend

First, a whiskey sour is a terrific summer cocktail. So is Bowery Hotel’s Luna de Fresa ideally made by Walter Easterbrook.

luna de fresa

Next, a backhanded compliment is still a compliment.

As in “this is the best I’ve ever seen you look” and “you’ve lost a ton of weight” when said by a handsome, but socially awkward, man.

On the other hand, if my mother said either thing to me, I wouldn’t speak to her for a week.

Also, contrary to this articlefitness classes are not 50% easier the second time around.

Still, this notion got me in the door for Pure Barre class #2. Maybe the third time will be the charm. Hopefully. You know how I feel about classes.

I’m not the first person to say “no” to being a bridesmaid.

This $50 Banana Republic top has a bit of magic to it. I’m not surprised it’s mostly sold out in white.

Finally, Tinder is still hilarious and alarming. (NSFW)

What did you learn this weekend?

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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