Tiffany and I had a GREAT work out Saturday night dancing at Eden.  We danced our booties off.  Now, there’s a workout!        For a good part of it, we were the only ones on the dance floor, and even got up on the little stage to dance for the hubbies.   

It’s been a LONG time since we’ve been out.  The last time I went dancing was the last Mom’s night out (we need to do that soon!).  Even more fun – one of the go-go dancers was like a past version of my skinny self, and invited me to come dance on the stage with her   

     KISMET ALERT     
On Friday, Tiffany’s husband John, who is our realtor, dropped off some paperwork for me.  While chatting, I mentioned that we had a babysitter the next night, and John said that he and Tiffany did, too.  That NEVER happens, so I took it as a good omen.  To add to that synchronicity, I called Tiffany from the restaurant at the very moment she was reaching for her cellphone to call me.  Then, when Tiffany told me at The Ritz that she had mentioned going to Eden to John, I told her that I mentioned the same club to Doug during dinner. 

Doug and I had dinner and drinks at Metropolitain  before we met up with John and Tiffany at Sonterra Grill for Stoli Dolies.    We briefly walked through The Ritz before we decided to check out Eden instead.  Much better choice.

Of course, I paid for the late night drinks and dancing on Sunday morning.  I was a little hungover and dehydrated in the morning, so my run didn’t go as well as I hoped.  I ran the first two miles of my run, but walked the rest of the way (a little over a mile).   

I’m wrecked today.    I took a nice long nap with the boys this afternoon