Exercising, God that's spelled wierd.

I'm overly happy today and I have music to blame for it. It's incredible how much better I feel when I listen to music in the morning to get me going. It's more reviving than ten cups of coffee. (that doesn't stop me from guzzling the stuff, but that's an addiction I care not to rid myself of...yet.)

I was listening to music from the musical "the last five years" OK, if you haven't heard this musical, do it. Norbert Leo Butz can officially father my children now. Look how cute he is! I was hooked on him when I heard him in Wicked (but I had no idea it was his voice I was listening to, I put that together this morning riding the train. Weird how instantly smart I can be sometimes.) I may have to go see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels for reals now. I laughed out loud at his performance in last year's Tony Awards, and it takes a lot for me to laugh out loud at television. And his voice is just amazing. If he were Scottish...I might have a restraining order on my hands...


Other than the beautiful music that got me going, I am also trying out a gym (called the gym, aptly) for free this week. It's part of my "Free Manhattan Tour" that I'm taking. Who knows how long this ride will last, but I am enjoying the hell out of free New York. Shitty plays, big ass gyms, delicious food, hair cuts, lingerie, makeup and even yoga. Yep, a little something of everything in the Free Manhattan Tour. Free is good. Anyway, it's a little ridiculous how much better I feel after working out. Euphoric is a good word for it. All last week I was in a terrible mood and it was because I wasn't going and taking dance classes, and I wasn't working out or moving my body at all. I'm a f'ing endorphin junkie.

I did the Awesome 80's Prom (as Inga, not the Mulletescent Heather Wynters you see above) on Saturday and hung out with a couple of people afterwards. We stayed at Webster Hall dancing until 2 in the morning. Sure, by the end of the night I was exhausted but in such a good way.

Monday's Proof: Because of what I ate last night, my butt smells like garlic. Because of what you're eating right now, your breath smells like garlic. By the theorum of correlation, your breath reeks of ass.

Awesome