OMG OMG OMG O YOU GUYS!
I was totally right.
The Group Power instructor (Group Power being the hold these large barbells and do things like lunges and squats and lifts and all that in time with the Bee Gees and Twisted Sister, I so kid you not) WAS A CHEERLEADER! I totally called it. No one can have that much fun with a large group of people doing something that most would find only circumstantially appropriate.
Oh, fine, thus endeth the cheerleader hate. (I wasn’t one in high school, could you tell?)
Also, this was my second Group Power class. And I doubled my weight (no, not what I weigh, but what I lifted and hoisted and “singled” and “doubled” and all that). I am feeling very very good. I know I will be feeling very very sore tomorrow, but we aren’t there yet.
In other news, my latest big unwieldy project at work hopes to deliver on Wednesday, the boy is wrapping up soccer this week, and I am going to the ballet (alone! and I’m glad!) on Thursday.
I think I’ll get strangers to take a picture of me there with my iPhone.
Bobbie Conti 
Double the hand weights. Ok. Just so that you didn’t eat your weight in pasta or bread. LOL. And remember, there are no strangers, just friends you haven’t met yet. Did that come across corny?
I wish I could go with you to the ballet, but I’m going to get splattered with fake blood at a musical about zombies! 😀