Here’s the thing…this blog is time consuming and I haven’t seen a whole lot of growth in my stats so I am going to adapt the old “Quality over Quantity” motto. I think people don’t always want to read it because it can be overwhelming at times. I had a friend tell me that he liked the “Pre Blogging Laura” better and that I was too arrogant in my writings. (HA! from one of the most arrogant guys I know.) He stopped reading my blog for some reason which I am unclear but I think he just got bored hearing about yoga and food all the time. I do love the creative outlet that it provides me and I have so many things still to learn in life and I will share them with you when I feel inspired. But let’s face it, Laurapalooza is pretty much winding down and I need to get my ass back to work. I am certainly not bored with my new life, but reality is setting in now that I have reached the final stages of my decompression. I said I would give it 6 months to clear my head and it’s been about that long. Damn time flies fast.

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All of that being said…. I did 2 yoga classes on Wednesday in an attempt to make up 2 of the missed days on my 30 day challenge. It was not that bad until I tried to get out of bed on Thursday am at 5:45 to go again and my body was simply not moving. It’s Friday as I write this and I have gone already today and am going this afternoon. At the end of this afternoon it will be my 17th class. I will have completed the 30 days on August 28th. I haven’t lost any pounds but am tightening up all around and have been able to purchase MEDIUM bottoms at Old Navy. (Granted their sizes are so whack because what they call an XS is really a small in most places. Who cares, I will take it!) The super duper good news of the day is that I went to see the cardiologist and I am healthy as can be. My blood pressure went from 156/95 to 131/86 in less than 2 months. He asked if I wanted a refill on my meds and I was like “Yo Doc! I am not on meds, that’s the whole reason I came in here to see you was because I didn’t want to go on them and I wanted to see how close I was to having to actually do that. I have been doing hot Bikram yoga 4 days a week since June.” He looked at me stunned and said “You did this on your own in 2 months without medication? Well, there ya go. I can’t beat that.”  I did mention that I quit my job and he laughed and said to come back in a few months once I started working again. As far as diet goes: the kidney, thyroid, triglyceride and cholesterol tests all came back “good” and “normal” and he said I didn’t have to change my diet at all.

THERE IS A GOD.

I had received a text from my friend Rozy earlier in the day asking if I would go support her down at Side Bar because she was supposed to be guest bartending and needed to show that she could pull people in. I was planning on staying for just a drink or two and maybe running into some cute boys.  As it turns out, the whole thing was a misunderstanding. I think they told several potential bartenders (hot female ones I might add) to come down, but it appeared to be that no one was doing any guest bartending at all. They were probably just trying to fill the place. She had rallied a few other people and I have to admit I was taken aback by this one guy right away. He was a good looking, tall, intelligent, sarcastic, witty guy who happens to live a block away from me. We got to talking when Rozy ran off to see what was up and it was going swimmingly. I was convinced that this was a blind date sent from heaven that I was not even aware that had been set up. I ditched out to the bathroom to take some notes in my Blackberry so I can add him to my blind date chronicles (to be published at a later date) and when I returned from the bathroom things went a little haywire. This is a 33 year old guy who seemed to have his shit together…until he gets a little booze in his sytem. It was so weird, he started acting very strange and was getting physical with me. Now, let’s not kid ourselves, we know that I am curious about the rough stuff, but I definitely don’t want to be put in a headlock until I have known you at least a week. Sheesh. Rozy admitted that she didn’t know him that well and that she had just run into him earlier in the day and invited him…I think he is just a bit socially awkward around women. At first I was up for the challenge but when I woke up the next morning I realized that I don’t have the time and energy in my life to be “training” someone how to behave. If I run into him downtown and he’s sober I will definitely let him buy me a drink. But other than that… it’s going to be a great entry for my series of horrific blind dates (even though it wasn’t a blind date and we didn’t know we would be meeting each other it’s still worthy of an entry. Trust me.) I took a photo of the three of us and he looks really cute in it, but I decided not to post it. I wouldn’t want him to find out about this and have his feelings be hurt. Plus he knows what building I live in.

Sunday 2.14.2010

My friend Jason came over in the early evening to shoot the shit and get some advice, and in exchange he offered to teach me the interwebs and the googles. We polished off a bottle of wine and he walked me through Google Analytics and how to embed a video to YouTube! Oh man oh man… this is going to be fun. I was already asked to delete the one video I practiced with. Sorry Rich, Nikki and Michelle. It was classic for the 24 hours it lasted online. So…. I had every intention of sitting in front of my computer fucking around and when I got bored with that I had a date with the DVR. I was also experimenting with a new cocktail … lemonade, pomegranate juice and vodka. It was quite delicious.

I would suggest less pomegranate than this though

Sound of record scratching…. Dallas sent me a text claiming that I HAD to come meet her at this awful place downtown called SideBar (this is like your typical “bro” bar… for lack of a better word to describe a straight bar in the gaslamp.) She said it was turned into “alternative night”as Circuit Sundays, marketed towards the swinger lifestyle and the gay community. I did not believe her but she managed to get me out of my pajamas and down the street. She promised gays, drag queens, a crowd and that I wouldn’t have to wait in any lines. Deal.

As I walked up I saw a guy from my work and his boyfriend. Ok, I knew it was legit, I will proceed inside the club.

I swear you need 3D glasses to see this photo better. Let me know if it works.

Dallas looking as sexy as ever.

Juan and Brett

I love Dallas shoving her tit in Juan’s face. Sweetie, remember they aren’t into boobs.

Her “top” being held together by a paperclip.

Umm ok.

At one point a “straight” go-go dancer standing on the bar above me leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth and was claiming that he actually worked at the bar on regular nights and that they asked him to stand in as a dancer tonight and that is why he was up there. His boyfriend was eyeballing me and when he hopped off the bar the BF came over to me and hissed “You know he’s gay, right?” I was like “Hey, he started it. I was just trying to order a fucking drink.” I think he was trying to make him jealous and it obviously worked. Funny.

And yes, of course this happened. Believe it or not they were not posing for me, I caught them in mid-scream about who knows what.

I actually had a really good time. I’m glad I didn’t sit around sulking about being alone on a holiday that women take so seriously and that frightens the shit out of men especially men who you haven’t even determined what you are with so why would they get you something for this day created by Hallmark which would put so much pressure on him and only solidify the awkwardness that has or has not been created by the lack of the talk of what you “are” in the first place. It would be much easier to pretend that your phone died.

Yeah I know that was a really long run on sentence.