Oh MY, what a weekend!
Thursday morning, I picked up a rental car at the airport and left work just after lunch. Destination Julie‘s house. The first thing I saw upon pulling up to the curb was this Mini Cooper, and a very large dog. Oh and then I saw Kathy.
I have to admit, it was a little surreal meeting her after all the internet and phone conversations we’ve had over the past year and a half or so… I was a bit shy at first, because I’m a goober like that. But things got more normal as time went on. 🙂
Julie put out a great spread of Indian food, I uncorked a couple of bottles of vino, then OKRGR and Kiran came over and visited for a bit. Kathy and I were planning on camping out in Carlsbad, but we were quickly convinced to stay with Julie instead. We woke for practice the next morning. Tim was out of town, so Kiran was adjusting with Andrew. I had a lovely practice, warm and sweaty, with some very nice adjustments. Except that Kiran made me do Trivikrmasana and eek. ouch. Um… I certainly don’t look like our bendy friend Arjuna in that pose. Andrew cranked me into a very nice Supta Kurmasana. After that, I found it safe to stay one or two breaths behind Kathy. In this manner, I avoided all sorts of undesired adjustments in poses like Pasasana and Kapotasana. Just under the radar is sort of where I like to be. Julie helped me in Supta Vajrasana, Andrew flipped me around a bit for Viparita Chakrasana, and Kiran assisted me in my dropbacks. A lovely group effort. 🙂
After breakfast and goodbye hugs, I squeezed into the driver’s seat of the Mini, and we were off with Gus sleeping in the back. We stopped for lunch at The Real Food Daily Cafe in Santa Monica, a restaurant I’ve been dying to try since I got Ann Gentry’s cookbook a year or two ago. We split the RFD burger with “the works” (mmmmm…. tempeh bacon) and the living paradise. The food was excellent, exactly what I was hoping it would be, although I am extremely disappointed that the recipe for the vanilla frosting on the vegan cupcake is not included in the book. I could’ve licked the plate. I almost did, quite honestly.
Back on the road, we took the Pacific Coast HWY most of the way, pointing out which Malibu estates we wished we owned and enjoying the non-randomness of Kathy’s iPod’s shuffle function. We realized a few hours later in Oxnard that Kathy had left her wallet at the Santa Monica gas station, so that was a bit of a downer. Luckily, no charges had been made to any of her cards… but it is quite disconcerting to be so far from home and only halfway through one’s journey with no identification or “in case of emergency” credit cards.
Eventually we made it up to San Luis Obispo. Kathy freshened up while I ran a few errands in town, then we piled in the car once more to my Central Coast place of worship, Taco Temple. We waited for an ungodly amount of time for a table, but Kathy declared it was worth it. And at the end of the meal, we were surprised and (more than a little bit uncomfortable) to learn that our meal had been “taken care of” by some guy sitting in the corner. Turned out he worked there, but it was a little bit strange nonetheless. We told him thank you, and quickly made our exit.
The next morning, we walked down to meet AW at Bon Temps so Kathy could try fried green tomatoes*, although I don’t think she was that impressed. Hmph. Whatever. More for me. 🙂 Then we parted ways for the day, I took the 101 up to Santa Cruz for a baby shower and she took the 1 up the coast. After the shower, we met at C’s with E and M for tapas and vino and a little drunken yoga (of course!). This may have been a bad idea as Kathy and I were a little worse for wear when we pulled up the next morning at AYB for practice. My shoulder was buzzing a bit with that familiar soreness, and Kathy was nursing a sore wrist.
The room was hot and humid, and I was moved three times throughout my practice… but it was a great practice up until Supta Vajrasana. I normally try to grab the feet, and then I give up knowing that it’s pointless, grabbing for the wrists of my adjuster. Not this time. V did something that made me actually squeal out loud in alarm (and dare I say pain?). He squeezed my shoulders back somehow with a sharp quick tug. I realized at that moment that I hadn’t told him about my shoulder condition. (To his credit, I was able to keep my toes for the entirety of the pose for the first time ever… and under normal conditions, this would have been an excellent adjustment) I was angry with myself throughout the remainder of my finishing poses.
Next up, breakfast at Sconehenge, coffee, more friends, more driving, home.
Whew! What a fun weekend!
*Do you find it odd that my visit with Kathy revolved around food? Oh, well… food and yoga, I suppose.