Weekend preview

As I promised last week, I'm going to try my best to do a preview of every weekend on Fridays. In store for this weekend:

• Tonite -- probably not much. I've been feeling sort of crappy for a couple of days now and think I probably just need to stay in and get better already. But, The Phoenix Brother is in town and has asked me about 15 times to meet up tonite. So, we'll see how I feel.


• Tomorrow -- going to a pre-wedding wedding party party (is that confusing or WHAT?!?) for my friends Molly and Drew. Let me break it down: "pre-wedding" = before their big day in November; "wedding party" = all attendants of the bride and groom (and their significant others -- except for those of us who are single); "party" = shindig/wine party. In essence, the wedding party is pretty much just looking for an excuse to meet each other and get drunk together prior to the wedding. Translation: a dry run for the party bus.


• Sunday -- not sure yet. Stay tuned.

And now that I've outed myself, I'm sure I'll hit up a Jazz class or two this weekend. Not that I'm likely to meet anyone there... but you never know who I might run into when I pick up a smoothie on my way home from class. ;)

My dirty little secret

I have a secret that I try to keep from new boys in my life for as long as possible. I... take... Jazzercise. (SHHHH!!!!)

Now before you get all judgey on me, take a class. I thought it was queer when my sister first suggested it too. But then I took a class that kicked my ass (I swore I tasted blood in my mouth), and I was a believer. It's more of an aerobics/kick boxing/pilates/strength training workout. And we even work out to Justin Timberlake!

BUT... let's be honest, Jazzercise needs some rebranding. Everyone still thinks of the 80's workout with leotards, braided headbands and women yelling WOOO!!! when they hear the word "Jazzercise." So I'm not about to tell a potential boy toy that I take Jazzercise. What do I say instead? "Cardio class."

I mention this because The Banker was talking about running when we were on the phone last nite, then proceeded to ask where I work out. I couldn't even tell him the location because I don't take the class at a community center or somewhere that could sort of pass the queerness test. No, not me. I take class at -- you guessed it -- an honest-to-goodness Jazzercise center.

So, dear readers, let's keep this our little secret for now. And please help me come up with some good responses for the next time a cute boy asks me where I work out!

P.S. Talking about Jazzercise reminds me of my favorite joke. Now that my arms are somewhat toned from class, I like to ask a crowd if anyone in the room is a veterinarian. When everyone answers no, I flex my arm and say, "Cuz my pythons are SICK." LOL. I love that joke.