Wednesday, June 24
An interesting week. Have been practicing a lot of yoga. But then, when you're living in a yoga studio, and there's 44 classes a week to choose from, you are pretty much guaranteed to practice a lot of yoga. Between that and the intense humidity outside, I got myself pretty dehydrated, and so a few days ago decided the best solution was a hearty piece of beef. I love beef. I know a lot of yogis are vegetarians, and I totally respect that, but my body needs cow flesh every now and then. That sounds gross, but call it what it is, and then there are no deceptions.
Friends at the front desk (and I have to say, EVERY person here at BY Houston has become a friend - they are wonderful) recommended the Houston's restaurant right down the street. Have never been before, even though I can picture the Houston's in San Francisco on the Embarcadero. As a sola diner, I decided on the bar so as not to take up a full table or booth at the busy restaurant. Brought a book to keep me occupied while I waited for my prime rib (that wasn't cheap by the way), but opted for the more hip and functional iPhone. Sent a few messages, checked facebook, looked for movies in the area. Then my meal arrived. I put the machine down and gazed at a beautiful piece of meat and some lovely cous cous. Immediately before I could even pick up my utensils, the drunken fool on the nearby stool started to comment on my meal. "that cow's gonna kick you, it's so rare" was one of the milder statements. I tried to be nice, but after a while it was getting ridiculous - when he sloppily told me he needed some private stretching lessons, I quickly finished my meal and left. Grrrrr.
That scenario has been bothering me for several days, I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps because it was a blatant reminder that I dine alone (and really do prefer intelligent companionship), perhaps because I saved up to have a great meal and by not telling the guy to bug off, it was ruined, perhaps because the contrast of this drunken fool to the wonderful people I've experienced lately was so great. In any event, I will take from it the lesson to tell the universe what I will and what I will not allow into my life. And what I deserve is certainly a great deal better than that experience.
Have visited some really great places in Houston. Yesterday I visited the museums and got to see a terrific presentation on diamonds - although they showed some really stunning jewelry,
I was most interested in the science of the rock - and how the electrons line up in a way that makes them special. Also got to see the terra-cotta warriors from China. Wow - they were really
amazing - and to think they were created more than 2,000 years ago.
Also took a stroll around Rice University. My friend Keith (an alum) said his statue was on campus, but I found only one, and it was definitely not him. Beautiful old buildings and stately trees lined the roads, and really YOUNG students! How does that happen? They seem to get younger every year.
Last night Liana and I went to see "The Hangover." We laughed nonstop for nearly 2 hours and man, I needed it. Yes, it's raunchy, but it is really funny. There's one part where someone calls someone else and "asshole" with a very strong accent. Reminded me of another situation years ago. I hope someone else remembers too.
This afternoon Liana and I are driving up to The Woodlands to visit the Bikram studio there. Karen Waxler from my training will be teaching the 6:30 class, and I understand it's an amazing studio. Looking forward to seeing both.
Okay, time to go.
Sending love to all.
UPDATE: Friday, June 26
Got to drive up to The Woodlands and see the studio up there. Wow -- it is VERY fancy, maybe a little more fancy than you need in a Bikram yoga studio, and Karen did a great job. Excellent dialogue. She inspired me to get even more and more and more down verbatim. It was a great trip and Liana was fun to travel with.