Best day off, ever.....well, maybe not the best. Definitely up there. I met the lovely Melody for lunch continued with wine at another local spot, quick break for coffee and a flirtation with the barista followed by a stop into a beer driven spot near my house. Yes, all, in all, a great way to spend the day off.
I began with a yoga practice in my own home. My options are limited with classes that I enjoy and am challenged by. Typically, there is a class on Friday, at noon, that I attend. I had made lunch plans with Melody and so I considered my options. Go to an early class, skip the practice completely, or attempt the sequence at my house. I went with option #3. I played music ( a huge no-no, but since I was in my own house, I played music). It took an hour and 15 minutes. I skipped a few postures and focused on becoming familiar with the sequence and my breathing. I felt great afterwards and knew I had done the best thing for me. Heading to an earlier class felt like I was forcing it. Forcing myself to do something that I would not truly enjoy. Just doing it to say that I did yoga for fix straight days.
I showered and met Melody at a spot that I had been wanting to check out for some time. My artist friend swears by this restaurant. I met him for coffee one day and knew I liked the vibe. The food was great. Quinoa cakes and a budha bowl. Delicious. We shared wine. Sat outside and loved the day off. Melody rarely has a Friday off. I was fortunate that she wanted to spend it with me. We made plans to celebrate her birthday in a few weeks, spoke of our upcoming spirits tour and b.s.'d our lives in general. I met Melody in 2004 while visiting Santa Fe. I scheduled a massage and she was my therapist. We have been friends ever since.
Onward to coffee...there is a spot that I frequent due to the proximity to work, good parking and a crush that I have. For a few weeks, I faithfully went in hoping to run into this guy. He seemed like the owner of the place but he wasn't. I would run into him on random days and eventually he started a dialogue with me. I was trying to figure out a way to get his name without being too obvious about it. Or give him mine. I felt like a little girl trying to make this happen.
Last week, he tried to guess my name. Talk about comical. Elizabeth, Beth, Sara? Admittedly, I am asked more often than not if my name is Sara. I know a lot of Sara's and my best friend's name is Sara. I wasn't offended. Just thought it was funny.
Finally, I give him my name and his response, classic. I never would have guessed that.
I had a feeling that he would be working yesterday afternoon. I went in to see. He was and so we had an interesting conversation. I now sort of know why he is here and that he is not the owner of the coffee shop for sure. I had had a few glasses of wine. Think I was a little more willing to talk due to that. He's been to Vietnam. I chose to use that as my way of arranging to meet with him again. I am curious to what he thought and would love some insight on places to go. I hope to pick his brain as I am heading to Vietnam 2016. Well that and flirt. He's attractive and age appropriate. I uncovered that during our conversation too. He seemed indignant when I thought he was older. Haha
We exchanged information--email and number. I left on a high and then quickly succumbed to my foolishness. I lost the piece of paper. I had no idea how. I was pretty annoyed by it. I checked my purse, my book (where I swore I had put the piece of paper), my car. No luck.
I remembered his e-mail address as he made a reference to it. This morning I returned my books back to the library and found the piece of paper. Yes! And, I was correct about the e-mail.
Today remains to be seen how I spend it. I managed to get a day off again. Had I known this was going to happen, I would have went to Denver. Four days is superior to two days off. Darn it! Although, I would have missed my interaction with the barista/pilot/visitor to Vietnam. There is that.....