Today’s plan: Yoga, Coffee, Board Game Party!
Ariela’s favorite yoga studio is Shambhala Yoga–they’re right down the street. Which was nice, because we were able to get up at 8:30 to make the 9AM class. It was pretty packed by the time we got there, but we managed to squeeze our mats into the room. It was warm enough that I ended up regretting not bringing my yoga towel–but the sequence was nicely balanced, and left me feeling both energized and well-stretched at the end.
Unfortunately, I managed to get not a single picture of the place. I’m going to chalk it up to a combination of fatigue and distraction. At the end of class, I ended up chatting a bit with Sarah–the teacher and studio owner–and completely forgot about photography.
Fortunately, by the time we got to Sit & Wonder, I remembered that I had a camera with me. I snapped a few pictures, while trying to avoid getting too many unknown people in my shots. This was a challenge, as it was really busy! But it makes sense, because their coffee was very good. It definitely seems like a hip local hangout.
Once caffeination had been achieved, we headed back to the apartment to prepare for the rest of the day. I spent way more time than was probably normal staring at Ariela’s fridge. To be fair though, I wasn’t staring into the fridge. I was looking at the photo-booth stories that she has posted. Check them out:
I’ve always admired Ariela for her wild creativity and natural style. These qualities show up in her home decor, side projects, and clothing. These little picture-comics are just one example of the unique things she makes. Since I’m a sucker for stories, (especially graphic novels!) these were real eye grabbers.
Maybe I’m exaggerating about how long I stood looking at the pictures. There were things to be done–specifically, grocery shopping. I wanted to get some snacks for when I hit the road again, and there were a couple of things that we needed for dinner, so we walked to the local co-op. On the way, we passed the local fire station, which was painted in an attention-grabbing fashion:
I didn’t take any pictures inside the co-op. It just seemed like any place that made non-members sign in and get a badge that said, “non-shopper” would probably not be amenable to having photos of their wares taken. I can say that they have a really great selection of food–and supplements. (It seemed like they have as many vitamins as Whole Foods, which is kind of amazing if you think of it.) If I lived in Brooklyn, I’d join up. But, yanno, I don’t. So I didn’t.
Eventually, we made it back to the apartment, to meet up with Ariela’s friend J. She’s getting a PhD, and was a little nervous about teaching her first set of undergrads that are all her own. So, we were hanging out to distract her with chitchat and board games–German style board games. These are a thing that I somehow missed out on in my childhood. We were too busy playing Monopoly and Euchre, I guess.
We were trying to find a game that everyone could agree on, and eventually settled on Ticket to Ride. The overall object of the game is to get the most points–which you do by building the longest continuous train line, and completing specific routes that are detailed on cards. Any further explanation of the game would probably be both uninteresting and verbose, so I’ll just stop there. But it was a lot of fun.
Early rounds of the game were somewhat delayed because D was baking, and thus had his hands coated in flour. Surprisingly, nothing ended up getting coated in either flour or dough. When everything was finished, we took a break to have dinner outside in the pleasant evening. It was still humid and slightly buggy, but overall nice. Dinner was gin-marinated olives, and flatbread-type pizzas. Yum!
We went back in as the sun went down, and finished the game. It ended up being close, points-wise, but I think J won. Which seems sort of appropriate.
Later in the evening, when the party had broken up and the dishes were piled in the sink, Ariela and I went walking with Ru. We passed near an entrance to the park, but didn’t go in (because night + parks = bad news), but I got use out of the high end of my camera’s ISO spectrum. I don’t think this is exactly a “good” photograph, but I still kind of like it:
After this, we ended up at Unnameable Books–a local used (and new) bookstore. AKA: heaven.
I adore books. It’s obvious from my personal library, which currently consists of three 72″ Ivar shelves that are to the right of my apartment’s front door. Fiction and nonfiction alike hang out there, mingling subjects as diverse as Film Making, Music Theory, and Shamanic Cosmology with works from Heinlein, Pierce, and Rand. Admittedly, I haven’t read all of my books, but I’ve read a good chunk of them–and I’m always happy to add to the collection. If I end up at a bookstore, it’s almost guaranteed that I’ll walk out with at least one tome–if not several. This was a three-book foray.
I’ll admit, the store’s organization is a bit confounding. There are newly acquired books up front, and new books are separated from used in the main store, but the subjects that are covered seem to be completely arbitrary. Poetry and Psychology seemed to take up a lot of space, while fiction was sparsely covered. Not a problem–a couple of side projects I’ve been working on involve the use of symbols, and the numerous copies of Jung‘s works seemed like potentially useful resources. Also of interest: a book on the origins of major mathematical formulae. Goodness knows if I’ll ever actually read that one, but well, hey–it looked cool.
Ru was being very patient as I perused the shelves, but Ariela eventually had to take him out for a loop around the block. They came back just as I had finished paying. As we continued strolling, I got the story of the bookstore’s name. It’s kind of weird, right? Apparently, it was originally called, “Adam’s Books.” However, a company with the same name sued the owner to make him change it. In defiance, (or with vindictiveness, perhaps?) he changed it to what it is today. It seems a bit passive-aggressive, but at the same time, it seems like a really sassy way to make lemons into lemonade. Plus, you have to admit–it seems like a great marketing ploy too. Why is it unnameable? That name might actually get some more customers.
Anyway–we spent a bit more time walking, and then headed back to the apartment to prepare for the coming day.