I met my friend (let's call her Bobs) in Bridgewater last night, halfway between her house and mine. I'm amazed that I even met up with her because my GPS "had lost satellite connection" for the entirety of my trip. The whole thing was really a crapshoot. Randomly, we met at a yoga studio. The last time I actually recall doing yoga was on June 7, 2011, the day after my birthday. AKA after some Cab Savs, 2 hours of sleep, and waking up to "Everywhere" by Fleetwood Mac racing through my head. In other words, I got lost on the way to the studio and was so tired and dehydrated that I almost passed out every time I bent over, stood up, laid down, basically every second of the class. Unlike June 7, 2011, I was too hydrated for class yesterday. Focusing on breathing properly is awfully difficult when one has to pee really bad. Add in a head cold and you're basically screwed. Every bend over was met with a snot rocket. On the flip side, I was so focused on holding in my bladder and not snot rocketing that I was able to clear my mind of all the pesky thoughts that was cluttering it. Isn't that the goal of yoga? To clear one's mind? I'm into stretching, but I think I'd be better at yoga if I had a better understanding of anatomy. My friend who is a nurse was schooling me on this shit. It gets kind of confusing, the teacher being all like, "Now take your left arm and wrap your right side and then find your left thigh." While everyone else is in the process of coming out of the pose, I'm still trying to figure out the difference between my left and right sides.
Post yoga, we kept with the Zen theme and got some Thai food. Gotta love some noodles, what what. Just a few blocks away, we naturally passed the restaurant, Chatta Box, a few times. Initially, I was the leading car and abruptly would signal right, and do a quick turn around. Then my friend was the leader and she did the same thing. After a few turns, we found the place, literally like 300 feet from the studio. Incidentally, I am really into the name Chatta Box because who doesn't love chatting and also boxes?! Especially cats in boxes!
As Bobs hit up the bathroom, the edamame arrived. The table next to us asked me what it was and I got into an explicit description using the term "lightly salted" and insisting they try some. They politely declined. The meal was both delicious and inspirational, such merry conversations! Bobs is pretty awesome because well, she's awesome, but also because she writes me positive notes and then signs and dates them. Things like, "You're awesome. It'll all work out." and "That dude's an idiot. I promise."
I never found the highway home last night, but miraculously I managed to make it back to my house. No idea how. Also, no idea how I made it to and from a foreign place with no directions, yet managed to get lost on the way home from work today. To be fair, I was a bit out of it today. Example: When kids were fooling around while donning jackets I said, "Get your legs through your sleeves!" Speaking of the kids, I have taught the kindergarten class how to flip their hands upside down around their eyes creating the sunglasses affect. It has really caught on. One kid even taught his cousin. Gotta love teaching things that they will cherish enough to pass onto others.
