my inner monologue unleashed

Monday, November 10, 2008

Random

Today someone forwarded me a very poignant email from the CEO of Pottery Barn Kids. The subject: From me to you. Ahh, so sweet. It was a very well written letter about the economy,W their eco-friendly quality toys, making memories with your child. She touched on all the holiday hot spots in these sucky financial times. But my favorite line said...we can help you find something perfect for the children you love. Which made me think the children you have but don’t love are just screwed this holiday. She should have said...and for the ones you hate we have lovely pre-packaged coal for only $29.99...wait, it’s Pottery Barn...$59.99. Think it through people. That’s all I ask.

Earlier in the day I was behind a truck that had a sticker of a cartoon person - I believe Calvin - peeing on the words osama bin laden. And I though, yes, nothing says highly evolved world super power like a peeing cartoon, yes that will show them. Idiots.

This weekend I learned things will end badly when the night starts out with your waiter who looks like he’s 12 saying the Kettle One and soda you ordered was his drink of choice too, but he always starts with a double...won’t you? I learned leave your cellphone in the car away from annoying drunk text messaging fingers. Worst part is you can actually go back and see the entire history of the conversation. Good times. Damn technology.

But as much as I drank and as slow as I was moving on Sunday, I had sooooo much fun! We went out for Lori’s bday. Started at mosaic, with good friends, good food and...a couple of double kettle ones. Then we ended up down the street at another bar. I don’t know why I’m always surprised when I go out and have so much fun. I have a preconceived notion of the bar scene, but I should realize by now it’s really the people you are with who make it a good time.

By the time we went home we’d stopped for pizza at B&T Pizza I think it’s called where we all sobered up. It was really great pizza...or really great vodka, I can’t really discern the two right now. But it felt very city – reminded me of that weird burrito or pizza place...five faces...five phases or something we go to in Chicago. Now it’s scaring me that I can’t even narrow it down to if it’s pizza or burritos...I hope it’s both since I’ve eaten there numerous times, but it has been a while.

So I’ve been going to this restorative yoga class on Mondays nights. Near the end of class we lay on our backs with our legs straight up the wall. The teacher comes by and puts a lavender scented pillow over our eyes. She puts on this same haunting song every week. I don’t know what language it is, but I pretend it’s Hebrew and it reminds me of the song I used to make Noa sing to me. It’s weird, in those moments when I’m on the floor and this song is playing my mind always goes to the people who are far away, especially Noa – as if my mind is traveling to her some how – maybe because she is into yoga too. I know. Weird.

I’m all into the spirituality aspect of yoga – the Vishnu statue or whoever is hanging out in the room etc. But after the Hebrew song ended tonight another woman started singing in English about God! Yes, God. At this point I’m on the floor in what they call corpse pose and the teacher has come by and covered me up with a blanket. And I’m suddenly offended that here, in my spiritual place, where I meditate on a sense of peace, here is God coming through the speakers. And it’s an awkward conversation in my head...I mean it’s all God....all spirituality...all Jesus on a cross...all Buddha under a tree...all the same thing. Then I suddenly wondered if this lady was going to go all Jim Jones on us and start handing out some Kool Aid – I mean we’re all half asleep...yoga’s like a massage for your brain...can’t see a thing, the lights are off, we’re in corpse pose...she had already mentioned it was almost a full moon...it’s not too far of a leap....I’m just saying, next week I’m keeping an eye on her.

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