Weekend Photo Essay

Except that I completely forgot to take any photos, so they will be photos I found on the internet.

Friday after work, I headed to the former Steak & Chophouse in downtown Portland (now it’s Kincaid’s). After a REALLY bad first martini (it was so bad, I sent it back, and I never send anything back), I had two really, really good martinis, some crab dip & a lemondrop. After a while, the architect showed up & drove me home. At that point, I had another martini – it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It was NOT a good idea, it turns out. I got up the next morning to meet the lovely A for Bikram. Although I wasn’t exactly hungover, I did have a tendency to get dizzy when I put my head lower than my heart – which surprisingly, happens fairly frequently in yoga.

There were men dressed similarly – unfortunately, they were not built similarly.

I was a bit nervous, but was ready. I used to practice Hatha regularly, and I loved it. I haven’t been since I moved to Portland, and have really been missing it lately. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about Bikram, but I’ll give anything a go. There were a few poses I couldn’t do, because I can’t kneel right now, but I was able to do the entire 1st half of the class, and about 1/2 of the second half.

When I first walked into the room, though, I wasn’t sure. The smell. It was the smell of a thousand sweaty bodies, sweat-soaked carpet, and feet. I started sweating before we even started. It was hard, and when I woke up Sunday morning, my shoulders hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

I knew it would be hot & sweaty, but I didn’t realize it would be THAT hot & sweaty. It was challenging, and although I had to sit a few poses out, it was the best workout I’ve had in a long time. I am planning on going back again this week (maybe Thursday, A? I have my MRI tomorrow night, and a commitment Wednesday), and definitely again on Saturday.

After Bikram, I stopped & New Seasons & picked up the rest of the groceries for the party. I spent the rest of the afternoon cooking & cleaning.

The architect cleaned up the yard & helped with the cleaning – which was immensely helpful. I get so stressed out, that about 2 hours before people show up, I start to freak out. What if no one shows up? What if more people than I expect show up? What if I RUN OUT OF FOOD!!

None of those things happened. The only bad was that I had three drinks, but didn’t eat (in case my guests needed that small piece of food, and would starve to death if I ate it instead), so I had a bit of a headache the next day.

It was good, though. We had a good number of people, and didn’t run out of food. The last people left close to midnight, which was about the end of my people limit, so it was nice.

Sunday, I lounged for a while, then headed over to a friend’s. We, along with a 3rd friend, had important business to take care of. We finalized our October Vegas trip – got the plane tickets & hotel room. I think it’s going to be an awesome trip.

On the way home, I stopped at the market to buy cat food & frozen pizza (I felt awesome with that cart). For some reason, I decided that I really needed a spicy sausage & pepperoni pizza. I’m not sure why. I do not eat beef or pork (unless it’s bacon, wrapped around dates). I spent much of the night curled up on the bathroom floor. After eating mostly foods that were made from, surprisingly, FOOD, apparently my stomach does not enjoy processed meat products.

So, today I’m resting, rehydrating, and watching the Olympics.

It’s very sad that NBC doesn’t do 24-hour-a-day coverage of the Olympics. Stupid info-mercials & soap operas! BOOO!!!

Anyways – I have a pretty laid back week at work – lots of small projects, but nothing high pressure. Tomorrow is my MRI.

We are very nearly ready for our driveway, the city inspector came this morning, and gave a do not pour, but hopefully that will be fixed today, and we can get the permission to pour tomorrow. The architect & I have plans to finish the driveway this weekend, and in two weeks, we should be able to park OFF the STREET! WOO!

13 responses to “Weekend Photo Essay

  1. Hey there! Can’t Saturday I’ll be out of town. Here’s when I CAN for the next two weeks:

    So, I was looking at the Bikram yoga schedule, here is what I could do this week:
    Tuesday and/or Thursday 4:30pm or 6:30pm

    I’ll be out of town this weekend so I can’t go Sat. or Sunday.

    Here is next week:
    Monday, 8/18 6:00am, 4:30 or 6:30 (if we do the morning, we need to make sure they have a shower =)).
    Tuesday, 8/19 6:30pm
    Wednesday, 8/20 6:00am, 4:30 or 6:30pm
    Thursday, 8/21 4:30 or 6:30pm
    Friday, 8/22 6:00am, 4:30, 6:30pm
    Saturday, 8/23 9:00am ( might be going to the Woodburn outlets on Saturday, up in the air, you’re totally welcomed to join! I have a hair appt at 1pm in the Pearl, just need to be back for that.)
    Sunday, 8/24 9:00 or 4:00pm

  2. P.S. I KNOW, I can’t believe that NBC shows anything BUT olympics…they had some crap on this weekend and J and I were like, WTF!

    Scratch 4:30 on Thursday, might be able to do 6:30 if you can…going to a benefit dinner thing 430-530.

    • seriously – who cares about soap operas when there is swimming! and possibly fencing. Or anything. I love 98% of summer olympic sports.

  3. I LOVE the Olympics and sadly if it was on 24hrs, I would probably watch it all. I am crazy!

  4. Thanks for the nice welcome! I am excited to hear you and Alisa found Bikram! I have only done it a few times but it is such an intense workout – I really wish I had the time to do it more often!

  5. Love your photo shoot!! Especially the photo of you in the kitchen! Nice apron!!! :O)

    • some day I will post a real picture of me in my actual apron. Perhaps, just to be fancy, I will also put on a dress & high heels & pretend that’s how I roll.

  6. I laughed.

    I cried.

    This post was better than Cats.

    • I haven’t actually seen Cats, but I’m going to go ahead & let my head swell up to the size of a watermelon and maybe give myself an award that I can display prominently on my desk. 🙂

  7. Oh man – if I drink and do birkam the next day – I am dead meat. I have done it, but boy do I get dizzy.

    • It certainly wasn’t the best choice I’ve ever made. The worst, though, was when we were doing some floor poses, and I started to feel a bit….odd….and was wondering if I’d make it through, or if I’d have to bolt out of the room (fortunately, I was close to the door). The instructor announced just as I decided that I wasn’t going to die that we’d just “massaged our intestines” – something I really wasn’t prepared for.