A weekend in Santa Cruz for the wedding of two very good friends. It was such a beautiful and special day for them. They’re beginning their journey to New Zealand as I write this for 3 weeks of surfing, hiking, and wandering. Nice.
Poor Tay had to leave San Luis Obispo at 4 a.m. yesterday morning for a shoot down in L.A. then flew in to San Jose at 5:15 p.m. that afternoon for their reception, only to wake up this morning at 4 a.m. to catch another flight back down to L.A. for another day of shooting. He must be exhausted tonight…. I haven’t talked to him yet, but I can only imagine. But, as he said, he had to do it. They’re not just our friends… they’re like our family.
I’ve never known so many people at a wedding (besides my own). It was a blast. Grammar school friends, high school friends, college friends, post-college friends, and family.
I didn’t fully take advantage of all the fun being offered. Only a glass or two of wine, very little dancing, light fare… I was thinking about my “pact” and the fact that I needed to get a practice in by noon today. And there was the 10 a.m. post-wedding brunch, so this meant an early morning. I figured I may as well make the most of it, so headed over the hill to YiY.
When I stood up from my third backbend, there was Adarsh. “Do you want to try Pasasana today?” I was a little taken aback. I hadn’t said anything to him about my conversation with my instructor last week. I took a minute to think.
“I’m supposed to start Pasasana next week.”
“It’s up to you…”
I took another minute to think. “Um… I think I should wait, but thank you.”
In hindsight, I probably could have tried it with him. After all, David had said “Pasasana next time” and if I hadn’t had the wedding this weekend, then I would’ve been in Santa Barbara learning Pasasana this morning instead of in Mountain View pondering my decision. So what would be the difference, really? But then again… I don’t know.
My neighbor supported me. I can’t remember exactly what she said, but something supportive that made us both laugh.
Well, in any case… I went ahead with the rest of my dropbacks. Helene helped me with my assisted dropbacks. The back felt bendy today. Well, not Tiff bendy. But bendy for me. On the last dropback, I walked it in and Helene supported my hips a bit with my towel. I grabbed around my heels. I probably could’ve grabbed my ankles (I say that now… easy to say that now) but then she started counting so I gave up my struggle and just focused on my breath. Here’s a question: is it appropriate to ask an instructor to help you take your ankles?
Oh, and then I went to the brunch and “twirled” with the cutest little 3 yr old I’ve ever met.
I miss Santa Cruz. No other place feels so much like home. I miss the mountains. I miss the redwoods. And yes, I miss my family. If only it wasn’t so crowded now. Not to mention expensive. Definitely couldn’t afford to build a house there on 2 acres. Speaking of building… it’s coming along!
I’m watching Miami Ink. Makes me want another tattoo. Hmmm…..