Annnnd, the hits just keep coming!!! Today, my overpriced MacBook charge cord died. Screw you, Apple. You can’t make a decent charge cord for ANY of your products?!
This means there will be no recipe today, because I’m blogging from my phone!!! That’s dedication, folks!!! It’s a darned good thing you can’t see my hysterics over the cord thing, because you might think less of me.
You have no idea how bad I just want to write this whole post in shortcuts. I won’t, though. I may, however, find a genius and hurl the charger at his head… I realize it isn’t their fault, but someone needs to incur my wrath. I feel bad for my urban rebounding teacher today, as I may put my foot through the damn trampoline out of sheer frustration. *Shaking my fists of rage*
Deep breath. Coffee sip. Channel my inner peace….or at least my inner, quieter crazy person.
Last night I was invited to a blogger event at Pure Barre on Manhattan’s upper west side. Pure Barre is a rather peculiar ballet-ish workout done with tiny movements that keep you in a mostly static state.
I did not love the class. First of all, the instructor didn’t really instruct. I couldn’t tell if I was doing it right or not. There was a second instructor in the class, but she wasn’t correcting students, she was just taking the class. Though my legs and booty were shaking, my arms felt ignored. We did a *few* biceps and tricep moves, and one really odd chest move that made me feel like I was luring in a gentleman caller. Like I need barbells for that. I do it with my rapier wit, and case of Rolling Rock I carry around with me.
I much prefer the “long and lean” style workouts at Physique 57 or Exhale. On the bright side, I got to hang out with this saucy lady and meet her super cool sister in law, and I may have been coveting Ash’s lulu shorts, which were yoga shorts, and the PERFECT length!! I liked Lulu? Who am I?????
I’m sorry, but if a third of the class is spent thrusting your hips, often with one arm in the air, jokes WILL be made. I.can’t.help.it.
Off to get a new damn cord AGAIN. If you hear about a woman shearing off her own hair in a crazy temper tantrum, and calling every worker Justin Bieber at the Apple store, don’t fret, it’s just moi.