Still Wednesday July 10, 2012
9:45 p.m.
East Village, New York City
I was home, writing on my “balcony” and watching the sun go down over the Lower East Side. When it got dark, I crawled back through my window and the party was over. Messy bedroom. Empty refrigerator.
So I put my shoes back on and started walking, trying to enjoy the one thing going right in my life—it is absolutely perfect outside.
Now I am at Desination Bar and Grill on 13th and A.—I walked fifteen blocks?!?—I’m drinking a can of Dale’s Pale Ale from CO, USA poured into a pint glass, and basking in the glory of this summer night at a high table next to the open window. My legs are dangling over the sill. …But do I feel relaxed?!??!
Ummmmmmm…No.
I’m not still upset about the Cloud. I mean, I am. But I’m not going to let the Man have this moment. I am off the clock. Cheers to that!
…Should I get another beer? …I’m almost done with this one and not ready to go home yet. My apartment is empty and messy.—How’s that for a juxtaposition?
Ok. Just finished my beer and going to the bar to get another one. Oh, and close my tab too.—A burger and two beers at a window seat on a summer night in the City.—If I forget to tell you later, I had a really nice time tonight.—Ok, I’m going.
I’m back. I just took a sip of my second beer and can feel the grip on my pen loosening. Good. I need to loosen up. Oh, have I mentioned?—My neck HURTS.
Breathe.
It’s ok. I have a plan.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow everything shall realign in my body and peace shall be restored to my life.
First, tomorrow, I’ll get my check—I better get my check—a $200 reimbursement for the most non-social media social media conference ever that my boss not only insisted that I attend, but also pay for and then file an expense report.—Bank account minus $200. I could probably keep all of my dollars in a box under my bed. Perhaps then I’ll know how many dollars I actually have before I commit to spending them.—But then again, if I knew that, I wouldn’t have ordered this beer. And I love this beer.
Anyway, I need that $200 so I can pay for yoga.—I stopped paying for yoga when I stopped going to yoga because of school and work. I was like, I’ll just do yoga in my room! But then my room got too messy and I would just pace around the piles annoyed that I couldn’t do yoga because I had to clean, but also not cleaning because my neck hurt.
So tomorrow I’m taking my $200 and purchasing a class pass. Tomorrow I start doing yoga again. And then my neck won’t hurt.
Which leaves just one feat. Time, baby. But I’ve got a plan for that too.—I’ll have to work late tomorrow to make up for leaving at 4:30 today (totally worth it). But I’ve secured a 10:30 meeting with my boss to review the updated deck. Then I’ll work. On fire until 7 p.m.—Hopefully by then dinner will be delivered so I can stick my order in the fridge for later. (That’s the one perk of working late. Free dinner.)—Work til 7, then I’m out.
Downtown by 8:15 for Vanyasa flow.—Not a moment too soon… perhaps a few too late…
This is the plan. Super Namaste. Tomorrow…
May be a little drunk… Time to go home.