Tonight I have a dinner with the girls. It’s a tequila-tasting party with the chef throwing together fancy appetizers and a family-style dinner and dessert. The last time I attended this event, we somehow ended up in Boystown afterwards, and there might or might not be a cell phone photo that got sent out of me holding a very large, hot pink vibrator. Such is the way events go when there’s tequila involved.

Ask Jamie and Officer Tony about my first Margarita Tuesday, ahem...

Anyway, after tonight’s ridiculousness, my Thursday is filled with something I’m very excited about. Body Works 2 is coming to Chicago, and there’s an invite-only exhibit reception that has my name on the list. The friend who invited me said that since I’m giving the thumbs down to men right now, I might as well return to my money-grubbing ho ways and mingle with donors and doctors.

I kid, I kid.

But the event sounds like fun. I get to dress up, wear pearls and heels, talk with strangers, and see the exhibit without shelling out $30 and standing around with tourists shouting, “I see his balls!”

On Friday I’m attending a fundraiser for the American Lung Association with many of my fabulous chorus friends. It’s a house party with a cover, and the host’s company has agreed to match anything chipped in. A good cause and good company really can’t be beat.

As for Saturday, I have dinner plans near my house with some people I haven’t seen in forever. These low-key weekend events are perfect since I’ve gotta get my butt in gear on Saturday and Sunday for long runs.

I’m meeting the fabulous Nadine both afternoons (it’s too cold to run in the morning) to run. I’m not too concerned with the seven miles on Saturday, but Sunday’s follow-up of 11 miles is giving me a little panic. It’s not that 11 miles is especially daunting, but my eyes are unnecessarily bugged out about it. I might have to do the 11-mile run is first just to get it over with and make me not be such a whiner.

Do you think it’s a sign that whiner and wiener have so many similar letters?

Speaking of being a wiener, I’m doing something a little out of the ordinary in two Sundays: I’m auditioning for a singing role in the upcoming chorus show. I’ve got “Audition for something,” written on my list of things to do, so I might as well cross it off in a place where they’ll smile and nod at my efforts and then never ever tell anyone or me if I stank it up.

I can audition for dance parts all day long and not give a blink to it. I’m completely confident in my slightly-above-average abilities there. If there’s a dance form that I don’t already know, I know that I’ll pick it up in mere moments without issue. If they need something hip-hop, I’m shakin’ it. If they need something flow-y, I’ll be all bendy. If they need anything Latin-based, I have hips that don’t lie. But you want me to sing? *gulp*

Ah well. If I get a part, at least no one can accuse me of sleeping with someone for the role.