This weekend continued my "get out of the house and live" mantra for the new post-band me.
Did Zumba twice-- kicked my butt twice. Can't wait until I'm in shape enough to keep myself at a high intensity level the whole time.
On Saturday night I went to one of the local college's annual "Glee" shows (song and dance competition). They spend a LOT of money on it so it has a live camera (cam on a swinging crane) video feed and pre-produced video segments to introduce the acts. Very impressive overall. It was a good time, and I looked good in my size 14 skinny jeans.
I also treated myself to a mani-pedi for V-Day and then told my husband he bought it for me, so I had to wear my stilettos instead of boots so I could show off my tootsies.
Then last night I went to a masked erotic art show that benefited the local rape crisis center. It was a neat idea to celebrate the chosen sexuality of women. I'm a volunteer with the center so I worked the door for a bit, and then I worked the room- haha. I ended up buying two small prints based on the Kama Sutra (tastefully done, bare backsides only though it is obvious they are doin' it). There was some amazing, and risque stuff there. I was working during the belly dancing so I didn't see it, unfortunately, but there was also tango dancing, a wandering sax player, and fortune tellers. Fun fun night and based on my time taking money at the door, Rape Response will have made a good chunk of change.
My house is still as dirty as it was when I got off work on Friday, which I suppose is the cost of living life outside the house, but it was certainly worth it.