Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Eavesdrop is such a harsh word....

I decided to skip the spin class today, see if Mr Hottie notices that I'm gone. Instead, I have opted to go my favorite coffee cafe. It's in a quaint little area located in the Art District. Actually, I'll be honest with you, my friend called me this morning and told me to meet her here because she had some juicy gossip. So, here I am sipping my mocha waiting patiently for her.

While I'm waiting I start to people watch. This is one of the reasons I like to come here, there are so many interesting people. For example, at the table that is caddy corner to me there is a couple of college students looking at an art book. This in itself is not that interesting, but if you look closer at the book you will notice that it is actually a Kama Sutra book. Now, they very well could be looking at this ancient Indian text to study human sexual behavior but, I'm speculating they are picking out what they want to do later tonight.

I take a sip of my mocha and look to my left. Over here we have two guys that are in a deep discussion about which band they think has the best album of the year so far. One says, "Animal Collective is great because there is absolutely no one else that sounds like them, and by the time everyone else starts to catch up, they are doing something different. I'd also like to add that when I stare at the animal collective album cover on my computer, it appears to be moving and that is cool." The other guys retorts with, "I'm really digging Bat for Lashes new album because it's got a very 80's vibe to it, but she does it very well and the songs are well written." This intrigues me and I reach for my notebook to write this down. But right now I totally agree with the other guy, Animal Collective's song, My Girls, is awesome.

As I'm writing down the reminder for myself I hear someone behind me say, "These boots? Oh I got these on Etsy for only twenty five dollars!" What did she just say? Twenty five dollar boots? I turn my head around to get a glimpse of them because they can't be that cute if they are only twenty five dollars. Holy cow! Those are amazing! She goes on to say, "I couldn't believe they were giving them away for that cheap!"

This is why I love coming here. You find out a lot of great stuff when you people watch! OK, you might say that this is actually called eavesdropping, but really why waste all this valuable information?

I pull out my laptop and bring up Etsy. I hear her tell her friend what vendor she found them under and that there are a few pairs left and she might be able to get them as well. I look through the pages and spot the boot. The description tells me: Tall riding boot with buckle strap detailing. Rich premium leather; low stacked heel; leather sole with rubber strike; padded footbed. Priced for $25, Limited time offer. I hit the buy button and smile. I really do love this cafe.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Dance as if no one is watching....

Authors note: Before reading please press play on the song. *there are 2 songs to listen to* Enjoy!

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It's Friday evening and she just got home from work. She walks in her front door, takes a deep breath, and smiles. She is feeling the best she has in awhile and has decided to go out with friends. Instead of resting, like most people would before a night out on the town, she turns on her ipod and pushes the volume up full blast. A Daft Punk song comes on, Around the World, and she begins to dance to the music.

She starts off swaying her hips from side to side. Then she makes her head bobble around like a bobble head doll. After bobble heading for a bit, she draws her arms up into a 90 degree angle and then the robot ensues. She moves her body around the room in robotic movements. She moves so mechanically that it looks effortless. Her legs move slow and meticulously. Her arms are stiff and straight as she moves them up and down. She holds one arm down in a 90 degree angle and swings it back and forth making it look broken. She then pretends to power herself off and stands still just for a moment.

Then she busts into the running man. She abruptly stops to drop it low. She pops back up and wiggles her hips as she turns around in an awkward circle as the song says around the world. She raises her arms in the air and makes circular motions and moves her feet up and down all while bobbing her head to the beat of the music. Then she brings her hands down around her face and starts Vogueing. Each time she frames her face she looks in the mirror to give herself a funny face. Vogue, tongue out. Vogue, eyes crossed. Vogue, Zoolander!

She keeps dancing like this for a few more songs until Duffy comes on with Syrup and Honey. When she hears Duffy, she grabs her hair brush to use as a microphone and belts out the lyrics along with her. She holds the brush fiercely and acts as if she is in a club singing to an audience. She stands in the middle of her room and really gets into the song, squeezing her eyes shut to hit the high notes, holding one hand in a fist out to her side, and bending down to get the low notes. She holds out a finger when Duffy counts: "One, Two, Three" She dips her head each time Duffy sings "Baby, Baby, Baby" and nods her head vigorously when Duffy fluctuates on the word "Me". When Duffy mmmmmm's she mmmmmm's. When the song is over she takes a bow and waves and blows kisses to her audience. She pretends to receive flowers and waves her thanks to the kind man that gave them to her.

As she is waving her thanks her phone rings scaring her so bad that she jumps. She answers the phone out of breath and tells the caller that she is getting ready and will meet them in an hour. She hangs up with the caller, tells her audience "Thanks for coming out!" and then starts to get ready for her night out on the town.

*Special thanks to Greg Schrage for helping me on posting the song.*

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

blond devil

My entire body is sore from the spin class yesterday but, here I am walking to my second class, with a smile on my face. I walk to the front desk and take the pen from the lady and sign in under the Yoga Studios name. She smiles and tells me to enjoy my yoga class. I smile back and tell her that I really am enjoying the class I'm taking.

I walk upstairs to the spin class and claim the same bike I had yesterday. I created quite a bond with this bike, being that I rode it hard for over an hour dripping in sweat....ha, sorry. Anyway, I take a seat on the bike and look around at my competition. The class is mostly made up of females, young and old, and many of them look to be in great shape too. This one girl walking toward me even....Oh no! It's the blond from the Yoga Studio! She has found me out! I will never again get to see the hot instructor with sweat running down his face nor will I get the pleasure of seeing his cute little butt as he walks away! I feel the panic rise up in my chest as she gets closer to me. Her eyes zero in on mine and I can see fire light up behind them. Her face is red with anger and she is about to tell me off when we hear a little clap behind us. It's the instructor and he is looking even better today than he did yesterday. The blond turns around to see what the commotion is and she sees him as well. Her mouth drops open as her eyes take in his gorgeous physique. I lean over and close it for her then turn my attention back on the instructor. The blond looks at me and notices the rest of the women in the class and she follows suit. She gets on the bike next to me and turns into a doting high school girl with a crush like everyone else.

At the end of class the instructor comes over and tells me that he is glad to see me again and is happy that I brought a friend. I look at him clueless, because I don't know anyone in the class. He then points to the blond. I smile and pull her next to me and tell him that I just had to get her fat butt in here to help her out. I'm sure she is about to slap me when the instructor starts to laugh. (I made him laugh! YAY!) Then the blond giggles and introduces herself as Lucy. They shake hands and she mentions that they go get a fruit smoothie downstairs because she had some bike questions for him. Then she turns to me, smiles, and tells me she will see me tomorrow.

How dare she walk off with my boyfriend! But then again she did just give me permission to keep using the Yoga Studio's sign in name along with a friendly competition... *eyebrows raised...challenge accecpted*

Monday, August 3, 2009


She hates it the most at night. She used to look forward to coming home; now she dreads the very thought of it. All the memories they made together are there. She can't find a way to escape. She feels like she is drowning in her own home, gasping for breath; but the pull of him is so strong.

She lets the tears flow freely, letting the tears fall may be the only way for her to free herself. For each salty tear she thinks of a memory. One for the first touch, for the first embrace, the first kiss. Tingles run down her spin as she thinks of his lips on hers. Goosebumps form on her arms when she thinks of the times he pulled her close to him in the night. A smile forms on her lips as each memory comes across her she basks in her thoughts, she slowly starts rising back to the top.

She does this every night. Sinks down to the bottom only to float up again. One day she will stay afloat on her own. But until then, the sweet memories will help her come up for the air she needs.