so ned's been better lately. and i've been more forgiving of him.
we're learning to live together peaceably.
and i'm beginning to think he's not such bad guy.
he has good intentions. but manifests those intentions in very unhelpful ways.
and then there's gym.
gym and i haven't seen much of each other lately.
and while i know gym is a good guy--a good guy who's actually good for me...well, this girl has a thing for bad boys, ya know?
so i'd been thinking about the book club a lot lately.
and this led to a dream about an exercise club (yes, an actual night-time dream).
and i happened to mention this to my girlfriends at brunch last week. and they seemed to think this dream could become a reality.
three reasons why:
1. gym is really good for all of us
2. this way a week won't turn into a month in which we don't see each other
3. a reason to not sleep in until noon
and so a dream, an idea, a reality was born.
we met last friday.
and elliptical and i had 45 minutes of oh-this-isn't-actually-hell bliss.
and i got to talk to vic and carolyn about life a year after school.
and then again this morning. and wednesday is looking very promising.
we have big plans.
dates with central park.
dates with my newly acquired New York City Ballet Workout DVD (Dancing on Thorns really rubbed off on me).
and with the pool. pools are such a commodity in this city of ours. so water aerobics and laps and good ol' water fights are in the near future.
oh. sigh. i can't wait.
