Celebrity Sighting Number One
It appears as though Paula Abdul goes to my gym.
I ended up joining said fancy-shmancy gym last week, lured in by the promise of discount-priced personal training sessions and fabulous yoga, pilates, and cardiodance group classes. The individual cable TVs on their cardio equipment didn't hurt either.
Leaving this afternoon's pilates class, I got stuck on the stairs in between a personal trainer and a frustratingly attractive woman as I was trying to get down to the front door. She stepped out of my way and I glanced at her as I passed by. After about three seconds, the voice and the face matched up in my head and I realized: I just walked by Paula Abdul! Almost ran into her, in fact. See, she is nice -- she moved out of my way so I wouldn't bowl her over on the stairs.
And if Paula works out at my gym, who knows who else? Yes, I am that much closer to finding myself a movie star boyfriend. As Napoleon Dynamite would say, SWEET.