29 March 2008

Wasted Saturday.

But it hasn't really been wasted. Not in the least. Sometimes, though, when I don't get up until really late, I feel like I've wasted the day. And Lord was I in bed for a long time today. My upstairs neighbor came home around bar time last night and must have had trouble getting his door open or something, because it sounded like he was trying to break it the fuck down. It scared the bejesus out of me, especially after I had an odd door incident earlier this week. Thanks, dick. There's goes whatever sleep I was going to get tonight.

Oh, I tried to stay in bed for a while, but it was no use. I got up and went to the couch to watch TV. I knew all of those Law & Orders I was recording at 4:00 a.m. would come in handy at some point! Long story short, I think I finally went to sleep around 7:00. The last time I looked at a clock it was a little after 5:00. It was early afternoon before I got up and I didn't get home and showered until like 3:00.

Now here we are, it's 5:30. Time for basketball and, I think, a Bloody Mary. The only thing I missed today was yoga. I feel like I should have had something to do or somewhere to go, but nope. There's nothing. I suppose I feel that way because I have had something to do or somewhere to go pretty much every Saturday since the first of the year, it seems. Yeesh.

I deserved a lazy Saturday, dammit. Especially if this is my last Saturday as a free woman.


I'm Frank said...

I always annoy my roommate by getting up at about 7:30 or 8 on the weekends and starting my day from there. I do sleep in on occasion, but I always have that feeling that I'm "wasting" the day if I sleep too much. I almost never get anything done on weekends, but I somehow feel more accomplished if I've been awake longer.

Jess said...


There are weekends in the summer where I'll get up ridiculously early and get a ridiculous amount of stuff done, but most of the time I just get up early and create the image of being productive.

Jerious Norwood said...

If "I'm Frank" and I ever get into the same room there would probably be a huge explosion, or at least thats what I learned from StarTrek. Oh, and if we went to juniorhigh together.. I apologize, but I think we can both agree.. you deserved it.

By the way Jess, tell me what I'm missing with all this Yoga stuff. It seems I have seen about a billion offers for free yoga sessions lately, and I'm thinking about trying out the Bikram stuff (or whatever)... doing Yoga in 102 degrees basically. Can you give me the skinny?

Jess said...

I don't think you and Frank went to junior high together, Jerious Norwood. He's still in college and I have an inkling you're closer to my age.

As for yoga, I've never done Bikram (aside from the days in the summer when the studio is so hot it might as well be Bikram). I do more of a Hatha yoga, I'd say. It's good for strength (especially core) and flexibility and the whole centering/breathing/mental part of it works for me, too. I can be a seriously angry bitch, but yoga cools me down.

You should totally give it a try, especially if it is free. But you have to give it a legitimate chance -- go to a few classes. Not sure what else to tell you in the comments of a blog post.

Jerious Norwood said...

yeah, but was kind of thinking more about the physical/metaphysical benefits of it. Look, you just described a day where you casually discarded all of the trappings of well adjusted adulthood EXCEPT yoga. You obviously have an ax to grind here. Give me some insight into why this particular activity keeps you sane (so to speak). It just seems like this might be good fodder for a blog post or three.

By the way, I just want to say that if 'i'm frank' didn't get harassed in junior high, my tenuous sense of the pretense of an idea that there might be an order to the universe... would be thrown off. Though I'm exceptionally confident that had to have been the case.

Jess said...

I meant the only "commitment" I missed yesterday was yoga. It was the only thing I had scheduled for the day, besides watching basketball.

I'll see if I can come up with a post to talk about it, but the benefits are really hard for me to describe. I'll work on it, though, just for you.

Jerious Norwood said...

I'm obviously latching on to the illusion that this might be a last ditch salvation to the perpetual torment of my soul, or an answer to that unrequited thing-a-ma-jig that's been haunting my being... lo these many years. Thanks for blowing it off so casually.

Anywho, I've got a job interview coming up. Got any trenchant analysis that might soothe my soul or provide needed solace in my hour of need... or do just offer halfhearted barbs that merely dash my seeming last possibility of hope and wonderment?

Jess said...

I totally didn't mean to be dismissive. I spent a good chunk of tonight at the gay bar during Show Tunes and my brain has turned to mush. So I thought I'd wait and try to write something thoughtful for you.

Also, I don't know if you should be taking job interview advice from the unemployed. I got a job offer by not really caring much when I went into the interview, though.

Jerious Norwood said...

Obviously (at least I assume) I was fucking around. Unless I wasn't in one of those frenetic guy ways of expressing emotions in time of deep stress. (See frank, I was just lashing out from a place of pain... nerd) kidding... kidding

What were we talking about again?

Oh, yeah. I have to not give a fuck. Check.

Any more sage advise? By any chance, has one of your fool relatives made you a 'god' parent?

By the way, what gay bar did you go to? And did you ever go to Club Metro before it went defunct?

Jess said...

Well, dammit all to hell. Still, it wouldn't hurt me to write a thoughtful blog post about yoga.

I not only have a fool relative (my sister) who made me a godparent, but a friend also made me a godparent. I'm responsible for the spiritual guidance of two nine-year-olds and my response is go drink all day on Holy Saturday and skip Mass. And to tell my nephew at Christmas that no one wants to go to church, but we do it to make Grandpa happy.

We were at the Minneapolis Eagle on Washington Ave. I never made it to Club Metro. I only really had one gay in college and he was still in the closet. Oh, but I've heard stories about Club Metro.

Jerious Norwood said...

The guy on their front page sure doesn't look happy about being gay.


Jerious Norwood said...

I'm not sure about this new generation of 'gay hipster'... it seems like they don't respect the olden ways... the values that we held.

Jess said...

That guy is totally brooding.

I'm not going to lie -- some of my friends could totally be categorized as gay hipsters. It works out well for me because we all have the same taste in music and we all like guys. Though, I suppose it's no wonder that I'd never meet guys when I went to shows with them.

Jerious Norwood said...

You all have the same taste in music? You mean you all like Melissa Etheridge? Oh yeah I forget, the important distinction being that the Metro was a lesbian bar. I gotta tell ya, the dikes may be unfriendly at first... ok, in general... but they sure knew how to put together a bar. I wouldn't be half the problem drinker I am today without that place.

Jess said...

There's a new lesbian bar in Minneapolis -- it's called Pi. And it's pretty awesome.

My lesbian friends and I also have fairly similar taste in music. Maybe it's just a Minneapolis thing. We're all hipsters here.

Jerious Norwood said...

I do miss MSP... though its past the witching hour in the "ATL" so to speak, so I must hit the hay. As I fall to sleep I will be mulling over what can only be the delicious double entendre in the name 'Pi'.

By the way, did I miss it?... are you working tomorrow?

Jess said...

It is a delightful name, no?

No work tomorrow. They are giving me a couple of days to talk to my other prospects and then make my decision. I could be working on Wednesday, though. Not how I thought it would work out, but when does that ever happen?

Jerious Norwood said...

nice, you'll have time to prepare your yoga/job interview primers for my consumption when I wake up tomorrow. Good night.