What a dork

I don't think I've touched on this subject before, but I'm kinda nerdy. Physically I'm a dork, I wear glasses (mostly contacts), and have long arms and legs. In high school I had a hard time finding pants that were long enough to reach my ankles, even my math teacher said I looked like I wore floods. I can't dance, but I'm good at falling. I get a huge kick out of physical comedy, and easily laugh at stupid commercials. I've already mentioned that I don't know how to tie my shoes correctly. And at times I laugh like this "huh huh huh HUH huh"

My dorkiness has come out in full force since we got the Wii Fit. After it analyzed my weight and balance, it asked me if I trip a lot! I've been having fun with it, and I'm embarrassed to say that I was sore last week...I've been good about doing planks, and I'm doing some new exercises. The kung fu and boxing sections are cool, I get a bunch of squats in at the same time I'm working my arms. But my favorite has to be the hula hoop - you move your hips as quickly as you can to get a high number of reps, and you have to lean back and forth to catch hoops that are thrown at you. Mike just stands there and shakes his head at me while I do it, looking like a spaz.

Last night I went to Rochester to have a night out with the girls. Dawn and I began the night at my friend B's bar and pizza restaurant, The Dragonfly. We got there early enough to score a table in front of the fire, and watched some of the Jets game. The pizza was yummy, thin crust and cheesy, my kind of pie.

Our plan for the night was to hit up some of our old stomping grounds, including a trip to Muthers, a bar that does Drag shows. I thought of wearing a "clublike" black top and tall black boots, but between the sub zero temps and snow, I stuck with a magenta top under a brown argyle sweater and my skinny (still!) jeans and Frye boots. Bad choice. Everyone in the place was wearing black, black, and black. I walked in wearing my white North Face parka, and looked like a librarian (or soccer mom, which I am on the path of becoming). I was dancing around like a dork, swinging my purse and my white coat (didn't want to get it dirty on the floor) and I could see the white and pink argyle pattern of my sweater reflected in the wall of mirrors, in all that black, you could still find me.

As Lady Gaga blared, I channeled Wii Fit and started doing the hula hoop! I was pretty happy that I had a new dance move, but then I proceeded to pull something in my left hip. It's a bit sore today, but it's my own fault, thinking I could dance. Dork.

We hit one more place for last call (gasp! two late nights in one week, I can't take it), then my friend K drove us home. She has a four month old, and this is what she texted me when she got home....

What a crew. A bunch of mom's out on the town, lactating, and pulling our muscles.