"I'm back! UH! Back in the New York Groove! I'm back! UH! Back in the New York Groove!"
Chris and I sang that song over and over (we only knew that much of it!) as our plane landed at Kennedy Airport with the rest of the tour staff.
New York City was now before us. Neither of us had been here before and it was like our Vegas trip all over again. Only this time, it would largely be for fun. The Triple Threat Tour was going well and the NYC shows would be one of the key events on the tour. And we also had some business of our own to take care of. A big PR firm was looking to expand its interests in Los Angeles and wanted to see us and our work firsthand.
Though there was no snow on the ground, it was a brutally cold day when we arrived. The biting wind really reminded us of how we weren't in LA.
We had a limo for transport to the Plaza Hotel, and the accommodations were perfect, as expected.
And there was an added perk of membership at an exclusive 24 hour health club called Empire Fitness.
I was immediately interested in that. I had gotten into the fitness culture in California and really wanted to keep up my regimen wherever we went.
Once we checked in, I immediately headed over to Empire.
The club was a vast complex of regimens, equipment and facilities.
My workout always started with a treadmill run. I clicked on my IPod and I got into my running groove. One machine over from me was an athletic looking beauty wearing blue running shorts, a grey "UCLA" t-shirt, her light brown hair in a ponytail.
We both looked at one another and I suddenly realized who I was running with.
Jennifer Aniston.
Holy shit! I thought. No matter how many starlets I'd seen (and seen in other ways) it was still the stargazer in me who came out when they saw someone famous. You wonder, 'how should I handle this? Do I talk to them? Not talk to them? What's the protocol?' Thank god, someone else made the first move;
"Is that one of those new IPods?" I heard her ask.
"Huh? Oh, yes, yes it is. I really like-" I said stopping my run.
And forgetting the machine was still on and running. I was promptly thrown backwards off the machine and into a wall.
"Oh my god!" Jennifer cried out. She immediately jumped off her machine and crouched down where I'd landed.
"Are you OK?" she asked with concern.
"Oh yeah. Not the first time I've done that." I said rubbing the back of my head and chuckling. "I keep forgetting to wear my helmet when I do that."
"I'm so sorry! You're lucky you didn't get killed the way you flew off." She said.
"Well, it's happened before." I replied. "I'm Jim." I offered my hand.
"Jennifer. Great way to meet someone right?"
"It certainly makes an impact."
And we both laughed.
She helped me up and I resumed my workout, but this time walking.
"As I was saying, yes, this is a new IPod. And I really like it." I said to Jennifer
"I really should get a new one, I had a really great one but it self destructed." She said
"Self-destructed?" I said, confused.
"Well, I got mad at someone and threw it at him." She said hesitatingly.
"Ah, I see now." I answered. "A lethal weapon, eh?"
She looked at me as if I'd said something very wrong.
"No, no just joking!" I reassured her.
"Thanks, I never know who I'm talking to sometimes and what might happen if I do." She seemed reassured that she could trust me a little.
"Oh, don't worry about me." I said.
"Are you from here?" she asked
"No, L.A. My friend and I are working on the Beyonce' tour, plus we're here for a meeting. He runs a photo company."
"Oh, really?" Now she seemed suspicious about who I really was.
"Right, we do promo photos for movie companies, no paparazzi stuff." I explained. "We're the tour photographers for Rhianna and Tigress."
"Oh, I get it." She said.
She finished up her treadmill workout.
"Is that show in town?" She asked.
"Yeah...2 nights at the Garden...we just arrived this morning...wicked cold out there." I said while still running. "I've been in LA too long."
"I was thinking of going to that, friend of mine was trying to get tickets." She said, leaning on the edge of her treadmill.
"I can get 'em for you." I slowed down to a walking pace.
"Really? Oh my god that would be great." She said smiling.
"Could we possibly add, uh, dinner to this package deal?" I boldly added.
She looked at me and smiled a little more.
"I think we could." She replied.
We both smiled and continued our treadmill work.
Jennifer was really into her workouts, we did a good amount of weights, rode stationary bikes, even did a run around their top floor track. She kept up a steady conversation throughout. I don't know how many laps we did, but we were quickly worn out.
"I'm gonna hit the pool, how 'bout you?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah. Why not?" I replied.
"See you down there." She said and walked away, she had a great "walking away" ass.
I found my way back to the locker room and changed into my swimsuit. When I got to the pool area, Jen was already swimming laps in the pool. She stopped when she recognized me.
"Hey! There you are! Come on in, hot shot!" she called.
I walked in and joined her in the middle.
"How many laps do you do?" she asked.
"As many as I can." I said.
"OK, I'm gonna do 3 more."
"That sounds good to me." I said.
I was soon swimming laps with Jennifer Aniston. She had on a blue one piece suit. She had such a great body, it was very toned. Her tits looked nice and her ass was nice too. Even with swimming goggles on. I did 3 more laps of the pool with her. It was tough not to watch her body slither through the pool like an Olympic champion, but somehow I did. After a few laps, it was Jen who stopped. She stood up in the pool.
"OK, I'm going in the steam room, how about you?" she said.
"That's a good idea." I said.
