Popularity has its downsides

Monday night = Zumba time. The class has become increasingly crowded over the past few weeks and on occasion has felt like Bikram Zumba complete with foggy mirrors and none too pleasant odiforous neighbors. Alas, it's still fun and a dang good workout so my friend and I brave it twice a week.

Last week they cracked down on how many people are actually allowed into the room and tonight my friend and I arrived 20 minutes early to a really long line.

It reminded me of a time a few years ago where some friends and I headed out to a hip new hotspot while I was visiting LA. We got stuck in line and were very near the front, but the club promoter was mean and wouldn't let us in for hours (no joke). You might be asking why didn't you just leave and go somewhere else? Well a) we were hard headed and 3) we kept getting tempted by all the celebs we saw going in (Marky Mark, Jamie Kennedy, Tobey Maguire, Kirsten Dunst, and Leonardo DiCaprio to name a few). Finally, the club's bouncer took pity on us and let us in (3 hours later). We happily paid our $20 cover charge and proceeded to dance our butts off for the last hour and a half that the club was open.

With a little persistence (and lack of pride) I could even make my way into an LA club, but tonight I wasn't so lucky with my Zumba class. We braved the line and were still 12 people back from making it into the room when they capped it at 90. A boo.

Why would anyone go through all that trouble for a dance class you ask? Because it's just about the most fun you can have........ unless you are dancing on a bar on New Year's Day in NYC (sober, mind you).


I really hope I don't make that face in Zumba, but I kinda think I do.

I know what boys like

While I won't regale you with all the reasons I enjoy Sundays, I will tell you that one of my favorites is the chance to dress up. Now, I hate dressing up any other day of the week because work dress up is just different than Church dress up. I can't make it all day in heels at work, nor do I like having to make sure that I sit like a lady all day while I'm meeting with clients, so my work wardrobe is definitely less flashy and way more functional.


Well throw those limits out the door when Sunday rolls around!


So, today I strutted into Church in my fun Sunday duds and new heels and caught a few male gazes. While it's usually the women who comment on my fashion prowess I thought maybe the guys were starting to catch on as well.

Yeah, not so much. Their gazes weren't drawn to my five inch heels, rather, what I carried in my right hand:

So to all the ladies who might be looking for a little luvin' from a man: Re-invest your shoe money in pizza rolls.

(Side note: No, pizza rolls don't play a prominent role in LDS church services. I brought them for a mixer we were having after church. That would make for a funny rumor though :)

Really?

On the way into work this morning I noticed the car in front of me's license plate: LBK 666. Now is this something that could randomly occur or did the person select this particular combination? Either way: weird.