Sunday’s aerial yoga class was all review. Instead of doing the usual three or four tricks, we did eight. Ria and I warmed up on the trapeze – I did 25 crunches hanging upside down. I really though my abs were going to hurt today, but aside from the bruises, my hands are the only body part still in pain.

Me looking terrified on the trapeze. I don’t mind climbing to the ceiling on the fabric, but the trapeze still scares me. Especially since for this trick I’m supposed to bend my knees and straighten my left arm so I’m just hanging there. Hello rope burn :)

My plan was to take a photo every hour today, but I only made it to noon before my camera battery died. Oh well, I’ll do it another day.

Rockin’ fur boots today – I’m sure the fashion police are gonna arrest me any minute now!

A couple days ago I went on a date with the aforementioned cute face. We met at the bar for a drink. He’s a professor/comic book nerd, with glasses and a supermodel smile. He was fun and we’re going to hang out again. Yay :)

Last night I whipped up a batch of brownies and tossed them in the oven as I got ready to go out. I drove a couple blocks to the bar for a friend’s birthday – can’t wait until it’s nice enough to ride my bike again. Made the rounds, had a beer and was home in bed with the pup and a brownie by midnight.

My dad is coming over tomorrow and we’re going to test drive cars. I’m so excited!!

Top: vintage dress that I chopped in half, jeans: Delia’s, boots: Baker’s, vintage bangle from Grandma + random ribbon for a belt

Slayer’s hoodie from Windy City Pooch showed up yesterday. Pretty sure he loves it.

Here’s what I’m wearing at work today:

Red & white striped dress: Forever 21, Leggings, sweater & leaves necklace: Nordstrom, Shoes: Bakersshoes.com, Black earring turned ring, misc. black ribbon

Dress: Sam & Max from Loehmanns, bronze flats: Payless, dog: has to pee

Note the giant patent belt, which my boss calls my “Santa belt.” I posted this picture mostly because Slayer decided he had to pee and came over to beg to be let out.

Last night I went on a date with a new dude. He’s a nerd like me so we talked a lot about work. I drank really bad beer, like so bad I’m not even going to tell you what it was. I usually drink Dragonmeade at that bar, but decided nine percent alcohol wasn’t a good idea when first hanging out with someone.

After we were sufficiently buzzed, we walked down the street to a comedy club for amature night. Terrible idea. They weren’t funny at all except for the last guy who was only funny because he was awkward and kept explaining his jokes after the punch lines. And of course there were a ton of terrible MJ jokes. I spent the last half of the night wishing dude would drink his beer faster so I could go home and snuggle my dog.