What the hell is Pilates? I took a sample yoga class a few weeks ago. Does that count?
It wasn’t pretty.
And in the continual story of Holly Gets Ready For California … it is to celebrate my sister-in-laws significant birthday and go to a Michelin star type restaurant …
For the uninformed (read: I don’t remember if I have blogged about this here yet) there is to be a long weekend upcoming in sunny California … and it promises to be great fun. Assuming it doesn’t kill me first.
First there was “Friday is hot tub night. Bring your swimsuit” and as I said then …
“Great. Because what pasty white woman in winter trying to lose another 30 or 40 pounds doesn’t want to be seen in a swimsuit? ” And for the record, it’s not quite that much … and I have lost some of it.
So now, in a follow-up email just now I got this.
“Oh, don’t bother to pack a robe for the hot tub. We have lots. Do remember your bathing suit.” Thanks for reminding me.
Then this …
“(we) will be trying to round up (everyone) to take you to Pilates class with us at 9AM on Saturday. So bring some comfortable or stretchy clothes to wear.”
I am so screwed.