Wicked Little Town

The Libertines Are Hot

3 words:  Oh.  My.  God.

I have never heard their music (yet) but I think they are my new favorite band. 

>via Arjan Writes

Why?

I knew it was coming, since his birthday is in exactly 2 weeks:  the party invitation.  Then why did I get that sinking feeling as I saw the email address and read about the who, why, what, when and where?  I already have a solid excuse for not going -- I will be in Philly helping my mom recover from knee surgery.  Even if I wasn't, I would make something up.  No need to torture myself, seeing who he has moved on with, watching him drink and laugh and drink and dance and drink.  Too many bad memories and I have been feeling too good about myself lately.  I wish him well but I cannot put myself back in that place I was 2 years ago. I am afraid to even go near that place ever again.  I guess I still love him and I have no idea why or if it will ever go away.

This post was lame but at least it wasn't about exercise again, right?

Pure Hell

Tonight I discovered something that I hate more than name droppers, more than people who use oversized umbrellas in New York City, even more than Mormon Julie from "The Real World."  This loathsome thing is called spinning class.

When I agreed to go to a class with a friend who joined the gym along with me last week, I knew it was going to be tough, but I had no idea it had the power to literally suck the soul out of you.  And this was just an introductory class!  Needless to say this kid will NOT be going back for more, oh HELLS no.

Don't get me wrong, I have gone running on the treadmill every night since Sunday and am certainly planning on keeping that up, at least three times a week.  But the difference between running and spinning is that after running, I don't want to throw myself in front of a bus on the way home.

After running, I feel exhausted but at the same time, healthy and exhilerated.  Tonight, after spinning, I felt nauseated, dizzy and miserable.  My body was saying, "Oh no, he din't!"  I actually had to stop and rest my legs on the 6-block walk home!  Not exactly what I am looking for in a workout.  I know tons of people love to partake in spinning, but I guess I am just not one of those people, I just don't have it in me.    And that's fine by me, I'll stick to my treadmill from now on, thank you very much. 

Spin away, suckas...to each his own!

Run, Baby, Run!

Tonight I discovered that the new Garbage album, "Bleed Like Me," is an excellent motivation for staying on the treadmill an extra 5 minutes, especially the tracks "Why Do You Love Me?" and "Run Baby Run."

I have enjoyed Garbage's music for years now, but ever since reading here that lead singer Shirley Manson has body dysmorphic disorder, which I think I may have a mild case of, I have a newfound appreciation of the band.  Too bad I am so slow on the draw or else I would have snagged tickets to their show at Hammerstein Ballroom tomorrow night.  Alas, SOLD OUT!

Spring It On!

I just got back from a lovely lunch break during which I took my Subway meal out to the Christopher St. pier and enjoyed some quality time in the sun by the river.  There was all kinds of crazy going on in my department due to a deadline which I wasn't involved in, so I figured I would remove myself from the chaos for at least an hour and I am glad I did.

Actually, sun and relaxation seems to have been my theme for the past few days.  Lucy and I spent Saturday and Sunday at my brother's Pocono house where, after moving in some new furniture, we ate, played board games and lounged around on the deck and walked the dogs down to the lake.  The last time Lucy had been in water was several years ago, and it was kind of disasterous, but this time she jumped right in and was swimming with the ducks like a pro!  I will put some pics in the photo album later.  So cute!  If the weather continues to be this fabulous, I may be going back again this weekend with some of my clique now that I scored my own key. Holla!

Oh, and on Friday night I officially rejoined the neighborhood gym!  Not only that but I went running on the treadmill when I got home from the mountains Sunday night and signed up for a spin class on Wednesday.  I am determined to be emaciated by Memorial Day weekend!

The Good Life

Guess who scored tickets on eBay to see Weezer play the Roseland Ballroom on the night of his birthday next month, the day after their new album drops?

Hmmmm...I wonder who it could be??? 

Like Mah Bah-dy?

Well, hopefully if I stick to my new cardio workout resolution, you will...or at least I will.

I ran almost a half hour on the treadmill last night and am planning to rejoin my neighborhood gym on Friday, where I will take spinning classes with a friend.  Seriously, I think I gained 100 pounds while in North Carolina, what with all that sweet tea and BBQ and red velvet cake and all.  Moo! 

Also have switched to Special K Low Carb cereal for breakfast and am trying to eat sensible lunches and dinners, with lots of water.  Don't get me wrong, I am not turning into a health nut -- just trying to eat better and keep in somewhat decent shape so I don't feel like a stuffed sausage in my clothes this spring and summer...wish me luck!

I was thinking of doing a photo log of my stomach to chart my progress but I decided I am too chicken shit for that, plus I don't want to gross anyone out...you'll just have to take my word for it!

The Mouth That Roared

I just got back to New York last night after spending 5 whole days on a shoot in North Carolina with a prop stylist who never.  shut.  UP.  By Thursday -- no, make that Wednesday night -- the sound of her voice was like sandpaper on my last nerve and I can't remember the last time I was as happy as when I said goodbye to her at baggage claim at LaGuardia last night.  I don't think I want to be spoken to the entire weekend, just to decompress.

That's also why there haven't been any posts in a while.  Between getting ready for the shoot and then actually being there and working, I haven't had much time or energy.  Unlike the Miami Beach shoots, this one takes place in a dark studio and spending all that time in a cave-like atmosphere day after day really wipes me out and by the time I get back to my hotel all I want to do is watch TV and crash.

But I'm home now!  Gotta run and take a shower and pick up Lucy from the boarding place-slash-doggie spa.  She got a bath while she was there!