so, it may not be poppin' and lockin'...

...but it's a hip-hop-esque/funk dance class nonetheless. think less this and more this.

anyhow, today i can barely move.

started my 8-week class yesterday and child, let me tell you: inTENSE. so much fun, though. i can't wait to show off my finished routine to anyone who will watch.

this weekend was nice. went to the show with the agent on friday night, but really only watched annie hayden -- we then proceded to get drunk-as-fuck on cheap-as-fuck beers at the greenpoint tavern on bedford in the 'burg. 32 ounces of budweiser for $3.50 $3.00? i mean, it's criminally cheap.

i think it's where i may go after my "i'm turning 30 in a year!" birthday dinner. speaking of which, check out the sweetest yes-rsvps to my evite thus far. (yes, people plan this far in advance in this city.)

roommate one: i'll bring a "60 and over the hill" balloon to help ease the pain even more.
coworker one: i'm always down for drinks during the week...and celebrating birthdays
the agent: don't worry - you don't look a day over 29 ...
roommate two: lol. i was all confused about your age. i like your trauma-reduction plan...
cutie coworker: yes. yes indeed.
my boss: awh, my favorite little planner-aheader... i wouldn't miss it.
coworker two: i'll be there as soon as i get out of class!
my bro: i'm there yo
kate moss: yes, but if i get a hot date with one of the wilson brothers, i'm out!

still waiting for six more replies.

so, anyhow, we hung with the guitarist from denali at the tavern and whoo-hoo-hoo is he a cutie. and super nice. and tall. and cute.

after the bar i (stumbled toward and) stayed at the agent's apartment. the next morning we dragged our hungover asses to enid's for brunch, where, because i know a waiter, we procured free bloody marys. thank GOD. we then returned to the agent's place and i forced him to watch three hours of "projrun." now that's what i call friendship.

sunday was the aforementioned dance class... and 5, 6, 7, 8...

good weekend!