being a sweet, open midwesterner in sfo is fun

i just had a full day, and it's only 4:10pm. awoke to zulaika clanging awake in the kitchen, tried to get a few more z's in cindy's bed, and then finally all nebraska chics in sfo sorority house were awake. cindy and i went off to an intense yoga class where i did things i normally don't do. i'm getting the head stand down. i was practicing at russian river and did it on the beach, and now it's coming much more naturally. we went to yoga tree in the castro, which is the very gay part of town, like this is gay world. what are you doing being straight? it was a good experience. there were 70 people there. the next class was 100. the predominant message was "love yourself" (rather than waiting for some dude to love you or whatever).

then i was supposed to meet my socal friends at the moma: shakeh, amy, and monique. but since i lost my phone, i've been trying to coordinate with cindy's phone. cindy and i took a cab down there, but then cindy couldn't get in until 4pm because tickets were sold out. and while a ticket had been purchased for me, i couldn't get in without my friends. so... i went to a concert in a park and danced to some african music and made myself at home in the community. i walked around. i went to an atm. i got a cab back to cindy's after walking around the lobby and gift shops of the moma for like an hour, looking at art books and expensive inspiring baby things, feeling good after yoga.

we went to see the new woody allen flick, which was good but hit a little close to home for my comfort. woody is so wise. it was a great comeback after matchpoint. zulaika was utterly delighted by that.