La Boheme opens tonight. I could have used a nap today because yesterday was exhausting and long but, instead, the littles and I were “guests” at a hoity-toity gym. It wasn’t even a gym. There was a gym but there was also a spa, a restaurant, a climbing wall, water slides, deep wood lockers, full size towels, a play area better than any daycare or ChuckECheese and, to top it off, the whole place smelled of lavender.
I don’t think I can ever go back to my ghetto Y ever again.
It’s an oasis. And, for the record, I was the fattest one there. I could only get to a 4.2 on the treadmill which was a quick trot (or a slow jog) for me. That 5K thing? Maybe not. I’ll have to find myself a sports bra but for about 30 seconds I was in the groove, lost in the Twilight soundtrack (which is one of the highlights of that movie…other than that beautiful boy who plays Jacob. Woof.) Why should I feel like I have to get in shape just so I don’t offend the sensitivities of Lexus-land mamas? I wish I could answer that question. I just have to do it I guess.
I am sincerely happy that the show opens tonight. I really like doing what I do and I like it even better when you get the rush of a live audience. But I am also kind of sad because the opening is the beginning of the end of my time here. I only get one gig a year (maybe two next year?) and I will miss it. Last time I was ready to go home. This time? Is different. I know that living here would be different than just visiting.
But maybe it’s time to come home.