I'm Not a Flake!

Yoga was freakin' awesome. Hooked. Consider me hooked! And to think I only went because in a spontaneous good mood I enthusiastically agreed to meet my new work pal N there. Then we had the discussion about flakes in L.A. So when I was trying desperately to flake out on her on the way to said yoga all the way to Westwood, driving with E on the phone trying to figure out where I was and trying to give me directions, I was suddenly struck with the notion that no! I would not flake out! I would show up! And after class when N said, "E, you're not a flake!" I said, "I know!"

So yes. I'll be going back and doing some more yoga on a regular basis. Found a much closer studio, too, so no more Westwood, as interesting as it was over there...

I just watched Brokeback Mountain, finally. I have to liken it to a great foreign film. Same kind of feeling: subtle, sometimes slow, but packs a whollop at the end due to excellent character development. Just cried my little eyes out on the last scene.

Neighbor B has moved out, sadly. He was so sweet when I moved in - brought me a bottle of wine, put a new light bulb in over the door outside, loaned me ice trays and a phone book (although I think most of his motivation was to flirt with my best friend when she was still here.) Would come and check on me when I got in at weird hours of the night/morning. I'll miss seeing him around and having strange conversations about anything and everything...he was my introduction to L.A.; the first person I met. Good luck B.