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Could someone explan to me why more than one family thought it was appropriate to bring babies and four year old children to 300? Anyone? I know a babysitter costs money, but okay. Take your kids to a movie that does not involve mutants that make even me a little squeamish, or just wait for the damn DVD. Please. Also? You are not funny and do not need to talk during the movie. Especially at serious moments. (Mike's theory was that talking dude was drunk but I think he was just the sort of loud slob who enjoying making wet smacking sounds while eating popcorn and making stupid comments.)

While I'm thinking about it, I so do not buy the heavy handed arguments that this movie is meant to inflame our passions against the Middle East and support Shrub's nonsensical warmongering. This is a story about story telling, about belief.

I slept until 1pm today. Partially because I was hungover. I know, I know. Last night we went drinking at Fado. Despite having dinner and dessert, I managed to put away a lot of vodka tonics. Tyler made fun of Mike, who ordered a slew of eighties style girly drinks, Sarah made us do shots that involved Jager and peach schnapps, and I think our poor waiter was quite gracious considering the insanity we put him through. I laughed a lot. At one point we played the game of "let's hide a condom in someone's cigarettes" round the table. Since I had no cigarettes, I had to put it in my bra. Walking back to the car, I almost fell off my heels. Tyler drove like a maniac on the way home. His tailgating habits are a terror. I think I might have screamed once or twice.

But yeah, hangover. My head has finally stopped hurting. However I am awake far too late for someone with an important 9am meeting to attend. Gods above. It was a good day though. Movies, breakfast food at 2pm at Kerbey Lane, episodes of The Office, frozen meals, popsicles, and a beer. When I reluctantly drove to check the mail, I was rewarded by the sight of the full moon hovering in a guazy stretch of clouds and a pair of earrings. Kythryne sent me this most gorgeous set, with silver swirls that look almost like treble clefs.

so, yoga class

My first yoga class was this evening. It is right between home and work, just ten minutes away. The location is very convenient, and the space is nice inside. I purchased myself a yoga mat. It is very burgundy and squishy.

It was nice, and more enjoyable than I expected. The instructor was not too hippie mystical woo-woo, nor was she like the drill master from gym class. It was interesting overall. I have always known my back was a mass of tension, muscles coiled up like razor wire. But I never realized how much lower back pain I just sort of carry around without giving it too much thought. Ouch. We did some very basic things, nothing horribly difficult and just varied enough so that one could find some pose to feel accomplished.

Let me note that being aware of my own body is sort of awful. It freaks me out. It's too fleshy and mortal and strange. I spend so much time ignoring it in every possible way. Engaging in a task that requires me to get over this will probably be a bit crazy making but ultimately probably one of those Good Things to Do.