No real news to report. Executives are saying nice things about me. A few people have passed but want to meet with me. More people are interested. We're waiting on other people. I believe if I understand corrently what is happening, the studios have weekend reads.
All good stuff. All very good stuff. Apparently I have A LOT of meetings being scheduled for next week. I may have to raid Marcellas' closet.
So I took a spin class today at Eastons. I went in thinking it was going to be Catie. Sweet, zenlike Catie. And it was the nazi... Tori. I began to whimper, "oh, no, no, no, no."
Tori is awesome. Halfway through the class I thought I was going to throw up. She told me if I needed to puke, to go outside on the roof (through the door to the spin room) and use a planter.
The words, "harder! Faster! Harder! Faster! Come on! Burn your ass! Is your ass burning?! Harder!" are burned in my little brain.
And there were only TWO of us in the class. Love Eastons. Love Tori.
BUT! I did manage to snap a pic on that damned parking sign. Explain this to meL I don't get the NO PARKING ANYTIME, when clearly you can park there for 11 hours OR park there if you have a permit. I swear the City of West Hollywood only posts signs like this to confuse you.