This was taken last Friday night when Hillary and I (she's single, fellas...) went to this loft party over on Horatio Street. Good times all around.
Here's another of Hillary and I and two strangers. I think the guy's name was Frank.
This past Sunday morning I woke up around noon and realized I totally slept through my tap dancing class. However, I still had time to make it to Hip Hop with Chio, so I pulled on my dance pants and hopped the N train to Broadway Dance. Because it's summer, the class only had about 40 people in it, as opposed to the usual 60 or so. (No lie.) Chio's class is always amazing (even the warm up is fun) and even though the combination we learned was hard at times, I think I got a lot out of it, including gallons of sweat.
I was light-headed after class so it seemed perfectly rational to go to Bed Bath & Beyond to pick up some new pillows. I've been on a new bedding kick lately. I bought a new comforter and sheets and I needed fluffy new pillows. I even rearranged my furniture.
Anyhow, I walked into Bed Bath & Beyond and noticed it was a little more chaotic than usual. That's because every NYU student known to man and their parents were in there buying sheets and plastic milk crates. My needs were a few floors down so I avoided most of the ruckus. I also got a little sad that I wasn't stocking up on shower caddies and bathrobes. It seems like my undergraduate heyday was eons ago.
There's not much else to report about my Sunday. I shopped a bit, ate some hummus, cleaned a lot (me and the cleaning lately...) and put the finishing touches on my awesome new bed set up.
I planned to get to an afternoon tap class today before work, but my back and hamstrings were killing me from yesterday's class. (I call this kind of pain a "dance class hangover.") If nothing else, it teaches me not to go so long between classes. Wedding-palooza this fall won't let me audition for any shows until at least early 2006, so the least I can do is stay on top of my skills, if I even have any. Ha.
