Hallelujah for Martin Luther King, Jr. Aside from the obvious reasons for his greatness, it was excellent having a 3-day weekend. After semi-crazy nights on Friday and Saturday (one of which included seeing the monster movie Cloverfield on its opening night in the front row) I spent Sunday and Monday without hardly leaving the apartment.

This weekend I learned:

1) Don't see a Blair-Witchy-style shaky camera movie about monsters ravaging the streets in which you live on one of the biggest cinema screens in New York in the front row after two martinis.

2) My roommate is one of the top 5 greatest cooks I know (at least of people our age).

3) Wood floors in winter in NY pick up an amount of dust that would make your head spin.

So, yes, we cleaned out apartment top to bottom yesterday. It looks great, and I was confused as to who inhabited it when I came home from work tonight.

Sunday night we (and by we, I mean Alex) made a ridiculous 4 course meal and we stayed in and had movie night because it was below zero. I ran out to get wine and ice cream and I literally got a brain freeze just from walking down the street. I'm not going to go into more detail about the meal now because it will make me sad that I'm not eating it tonight.

I went shopping on Saturday to get some work clothes and I didn't end up spending an arm and a leg because I went to H&M. And I got some new Levi's that were surprisingly cheap. I've decided to give myself two paychecks of living without a budget before I sit down and actually make one. Not that I'm flying to Dubai tomorrow or anything (I would, but I don't have any vacation days yet...jk).

A gym membership is toward the top of my list of expenses I have to allow myself. I've been shopping around for one, and the closest one in Queens is fairly nearby. However, it's a Bally Total Fitness and I went to visit the other day, and that's definitely a bust. It was semi-disgusting, packed, and they sat me down in a dim office and employed shady used-car-salesmen tactics to try and get me to join. No thank you.

Therefore, I think I will end up being one of those people that works out near work. A lot of people at Roundabout go over lunch or after work, and that seems to be a fairly decent arrangement. Plus, there are quite a few gyms close to work from which to choose. Cleaner gyms. And hopefully not more expensive...

My first opening night at Roundabout was awesome! It was in one of the ballrooms at the Marriott Marquis. It's surrounded by full-length windows overlooking Times Square, which is actually kind of pretty at night when you aren't experiencing it from the street. I got to "table guard" for the cast, which means standing by their tables and making sure lowly people don't steal their seats. In the process of doing that, I talked to Blythe Danner! She came up to me and asked me where certain people were sitting, because I had a master list. She's very sweet. I was tempted to ask her why Gwenyth was in the hospital (the hot tabloid gossip that day), but I tactfully refrained.

Thanks, Anj, again for sending me those dishes. They arrived today, but I haven't opened the box yet. I'm going to do that now.