I love that the air smells like pine, but often in town it smells like a lack of soap. I am not yet settled and very uncomfortable. I have only taught a few yoga classes since I moved, and I miss it terribly. To say I am in a culture shock does not fully express my emotional confusion.
A little rating system for you.
Since I have been here I have had the best coffee I have ever had in my entire life, bonus. Though I have doubled my already absurd intake of coffee and beer since moving, fail.
I went to see a naked body painting bike parade. Balls on bikes are awesome, bonus. It was really cold that day, and it was raining so less for me and more for them-fail.
I attended a benefit for Parkinson that was also a kegger for men in suits, bonus. I never want to see/smell a honey pot mixed with popcorn machine again, fail. Extra bonus bad hats+beer=picture magnet
I got four jobs within the first two weeks of being here, bonus.
Two of them I have already quit because making money in this town is not easy and I am not going to waste my time in a shit pay job, fail/bonus. As for the circus I am taking private aerial lessons weekly, bonus. My teacher here is so amazing, but she has me starting at the beginning because I missed a lot of basic safety and strength training. This means less flying through the air and more pull ups and leg lifts, again combo bonus/fail. On the family front my mother and grandmother took a three week long road trip across the country stopping for a night in Seattle. So last week I drove down to spend the day with them, super bonus! I decided wearing four inch heels would be the best option to wander for hours all of the city's hills, no need to rank this one. My grandmother was in a wheelchair I was to push. Thankfully the wheelchair did not clash with my heels. Lastly my other brilliant decision, a see through dress (bonus!). All above combined I found was the best possible way to scream tourist without wearing a fanny pack or having a tan.
|After pushing her up the Bell Street hill. She looks so happy and rested.|
|In case you missed the jacket...since I have been called Cher most of my life (bonus only if you are referring to 70s or 80s Cher) I found it proper to have Bob Mackie dress me as well|
|I want what both of them are wearing|
Now for my legions of blogger fans, Christina, I leave you weaved into my bemusement, which I blame on 60 degree temperatures in July. I am working on bringing more fashion and fantasy in the coming blogs.
|A double hitter and just for you Erika. I miss you and your weird obsessions. Yes I know everyone has seen this and I am not posting it because I think I found something. I still love the "I have a turtle" you tube so let us move on.|