Holy shit!
I have some serious catching up to do but my weekend was OUT OF CONTROL!!!!
It's all fun and games until somebody(ies) dies...
Friday night I just figured I'd head to the Cypress Lounge for the hip hop show there, no big deal, seven bones and a can of food, right? And Al decided to roll with me. I did things propa and brought a bottle of wine for all the staff at the Cypress, including Ashton the owner, who apparently works his butt off. And ya know, Al and I had our own bottle of wine and salmon salad to start.
Then Dante's Roaming Empire came out. They were good, but they got better and better. They brought in b-boyz and a b-gurl who busted out moves like I ain't NEVER seen--seriously, that chick was the BEST female breakdancer I have ever witnessed, occasionally breaking into BALLET and shit! That hip hop show was off the HEEZY and there was also pro graffiti goin' on in the back of the Cypress where some drunk guy asked me "Do you know the mayor?"
The only problem was that after a while, I looked around and realized Al and I were the only audience, and the only people left who were NOT from Detroit. This was weird to me. Here, we were kickin' it Old School, East Coast styly in Santa Cruz, and Santa Cruz wasn't even there to witness it. Al and I REPRESENTED.
But yeah, it was odd--such a great show and for who? Al and I? Before we left, the whole crew took pictures of themselves in front of the graffiti mural, posing and smoking blunts and shit. It was dark and Al and I weren't mingling with them much, so I'll have to take a closer look next time I'm there.
After we ate a late night snack at the only place open until 3am in SC, Saturn Cafe, we walked back to my car down the main drag. Right there on Pacific Ave. at about 2:10am, we saw a body on a stretcher being SLOWLY put away and they were in NO hurry to take it anywhere. Jeez.
Oh yeah and at Highlands Park, too.....while I was driving by, another body, no hurry to get it to the hospital or nuthin'. I seen my share of dead people I'm afraid, but two in one night was a bit much for me.
UFC sucked!...
Saturday after work, I headed straight to San Mateo to watch the UFC fights on free Pay Per View at a bar with Trisha and her boyfriend and his buddies. But the bar was closed! So we walked to their other friend's house and watched it THERE. WOW most of the fights sucked--PRIDE rules, UFC can't compare! But one of the fights was dope and savage--a Brazilian (who won) versus a bleached blond guy named Josh from San Jose. The guys told me Josh was a total douchebag, so I was glad to see him lose BUT he sure is tough, maihn!

Got kicked SO many times in the legs, OUCH!!
Now you know I'm not into any sports except fighting. Well, I'm WAY TOO INTO IT

You should have heard me!!! Yelling and calling out what someone should have done better, or praising a submission or great kickboxing techniques, waving my beer around and occasionally jumping out of my chair!!! Or yelling about how I hate stalling and hugging, and criticizing one fight saying "I seen GIRL FIGHTS ten times better than this shit!!!"...one of the friends there, Steve, is a 5th degree black belt in some kind of discipline, I forget, but he was agreeing with a lot of what I said and he trains pros!!! I was surprised about how much I know

Wow it was a fun time
Ass kicking Ashtanga Yoga....
Sunday morning I said my goodbyes to Trisha and drove to Monkey Yoga Shala in Oakland for Tim's class.

I had no idea they heat it to 90 degrees in there, and that Tim barks out orders and criticisms. He made people do pull ups in the front of the room and told us, "You're not Yoga students unless you know the names of the poses in English and Sanskrit, and the stories behind them!" I have never been to a more non-Zen Yoga class in my life. But, I liked it! He pushed us all and I sweated all over my mat. I was trying to do a few poses and he grabbed me and twisted me harder because my "arm pit should have been farther over". However, he DID compliment me in a few poses, and even said, "I think you can do the final Marichyasana A!" and he grabbed my wrists roughly to straighten my arms, and shoved my face into my shin with his hand on my upper back. "UGH!" I moaned, but he was pleased that I was in the "final position" and I was pleased that I wasn't injured in the process! And yes, while he was teaching us a modified version of , he watched me try and said, "If you can bend back like that, arch yourself more--the object is to put your head on your feet," so I tried and he praised me because apparently I came close.
My back is very strong and very flexible. It's getting to be exceptionally strong and flexible. This is great, I have been scarred for life from my grandma and step dad suffering from herniated disks. I have never seen anyone in more pain. It is one of my life's missions to maintain a healthy back and heart.
After Yoga I went to Point Richmond for my brother's b-day. His parents and grandma and wife and ex girlfriend (my best friend) and my niece and some other people were all there, and we had a BBQ and played "Chez Geek." That is a weird game!
So yeah, lots of driving. Lots of eating, but not TOO much--
146.5
today but I'm certain it'll go down tomorrow. I plan on watching my nutrition this week and running at lunch today, then going to Delana's Yoga 2-3 to get my ass kicked again. Yesterday made me hungry for more abuse
