"I take my exercise at the Ritz"

Say that title in a Thurston Howell voice. Across from my office is the Sports Club/LA in the Ritz Carlton. In need of a pool for my swim training and hearing we get a company discount, I decided to get a trial membership. This 'club' (don't call it a gym!) is crazy. You walk around and you're like "so this is how the other half lives". The club has its own restaurant, its own separate bar, a salon, a spa, two full size basketball courts, a pool, and too many ridiculous amenities to mention. I may actually join, as the rates weren't quite as high as I expected (plus I pay a lot of money right now at WSC and don't get much for it). I feel like punching myself for becoming a member, but look for me unwinding at the bar with my squash partners, lovey (I'll wave to you peasants down on the street from the windows the bar looks out on over M Street).