Explanation

A three part blog.  Part three.

My gypsy heart.  Writ large.

___27tuesday
Scott, Alik, Josh, and I in the Dollar Tree buying one dollar tablecloths to protect us from the rain outside.  Clueless is playing at redrocks and Kyle would have murdered us if we didn't show.  Raindrops splittersplattered across our birthday balloon pieces of plastic as Cher, Dionne and a still alive Tai ran amok.

Josh wasn't in a great mood, Thomas decided not to come.  Fanfare and dramabombs over some kisses.  Moodkiller.

___28wednesday
Kyle and I uptown with Michelle watching some god awful eighties movie for an early birthday celebration.  From the rooftop we gaze starryeyed at the light spangled city at dusk.

Afterward it's so many flavors of vodka at Red Square with the Bachelorette Clare and crew.  Spicy vodka is so gross.

____29thursday
Emotional stresspoint hit during work, I lunch with Alan and have a seriously long and incredibly useful talk.  Self appointed status of possible homewrecker: removed.
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A three part blog.  Part two.

Here, in the middle of Civic Center Park.  No car, no wifi, no schedule.  A computer that isn't mine and a city I don't belong to.

As I walk through the streets - backpack full of toiletries, elbow joint balancing my yoga mat, sunglasses turning my tshirt into a v-neck - I realize just how rigid I have become.  Riding around in a car turns me into a tourist flowing along a grid; destination, parking, and traffic are my only concerns.  But being on foot, weaving in and out of sidewalks, going through bank drive-throughs, jay walking, taking pictures of whatever nonsense would look good through my hyper processed camera filter... it makes me feel awake again.
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A three part blog.  Part one.

This thing.  I write it because I know in ten years I'll want to read all about myself, to get to see a window into my world that I forgot, to get to re-experience my life as if it were just happening.  I already read stuff from years ago and revel in it.

I also make it public because I like the strain it puts on my truth telling centers.  Putting something up that other people can read, and maybe enjoy, forces me to sift through tangled and confusing thoughts and weird self defense mechanisms to toss up something thought out and entertaining.  I don't trust myself to write for myself, there's no one to call my bluff, and writing about things which can be fact checked keeps me wise and transparent.
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my life.  For the last two weeks.  Set cruise control.

: : : [Friday - 16]  A night of restorative yoga and om-circles with five guys leads into a late night eating barbecue seitan.  I bitchily text to Josh about one of Alik's friends who is being obnoxious.  Being the obnoxious person he was, he stole my phone and read all the bitchy texts.  Cosmic karma.  I'm embarrassed anyway.  Alik and I have a good laugh.

: : : [Saturday - 17]  Morning breaks to bright, open windows and the scent of the outdoors.  Alik opens his eyes next to me and I decide I'm making this morning a hell of a morning.  Later we take showers, eat some vegan burritos, and he leads me in a torturous bout of Ashtanga which was beyond amazing.  Via an uncommon-for-yoga-class mirror I get to see myself with glistening backlit muscles.  Tres bien.
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