Kathy gets her groove on.

So its been absolutely dreadful weather for a Monday, but I have grown to  really love this  neglected day of the week. After classes on Mondays we have been hanging out in the city a little longer, instead of rushing back off the Brooklyn.
Today, my friend Mary Kate and I went to our favorite deli in Bryant Park for dinner. Don't be fooled, its our favorite for a reason, like a deli on steroids really. For example, did you know they have the best baklava in NYC? They do, as well as an amazing hot and cold salad bar. Did I mention the sushi? It never fails that Mary Kate drops  at least 20 bucks. Money well spent.
We took our dinner to the park where numerous bizarre events took place this evening.

1. I had a pigeon take the pita bread out of my bare hands. Ballsy little creatures they are. I wasn't even finished with it. If you know me... Ashley does not let any carbohydrate go uneaten.
2. In an unexpected monsoon, we were forced to huddle under our Bryant Park umbrella for dear life. Kept my eye out for tornadoes. Hey, they have those here now, but maybe only in Brooklyn
3. We sat and listened to a drunk homeless man try to convince us to give him money so he can go buy socks and toenail clippers tomorrow. It took him a solid 5 minutes because he would start his story over every time he hiccuped, which was a lot. 

The reason for our Monday night outings is really so we can take Robyn Dunn's Hip Hop class at Steps. Its kinda late for us Brooklyn commuters, but completely worth it. Its been quite the learning experience for me though. I mean, as a former competition kiddo, I can fake hip hop fairly well. I even taught hip hop last year, but see this is a real hip hop class. Street hip hop. White girl can't fake anymore. It started off kinda rough last week, Robyn threw me in the middle to free style and misunderstood my name as "Kathy". There I was, surrounded by "Go Kathy, Go Kathy" and trying to get my groove on.  Comical doesn't even begin to cover it. I love the class though, stress free and freaking awesome. You WILL leave the classroom drenched in sweat. Who knows, maybe Kathy will find her swagger by the end of the year.

Long day. Good Day. Night.