(For a few previous vs. weekend posts see here, here and here)
For a weekend that had almost nothing on the schedule, it turned out to be a very full and happy one! I suppose right off that means Sarah vs. overscheduling herself…winner: Leaving some space in the weekend for fun to appear!
Friday afternoon at work I was part of a group presenting to our Chief Marketing Officer. He ended up staying the full two hours instead of the half hour we thought he would, which is amazing, but was also a little stressful. On top of some other general work anxiety right now, Friday at 4:30 could not come fast enough. Rex was having a deck party, in which, he provides the deck and we all show up with beer. Since Rex always knows the coolest people, and because I was in the mood to do a little drinking, I was really looking forward to the evening. It did not disappoint. Met a few new people, had some Kentucky Bourbon Ale (always a good idea), laughed so, so much at this kid named Faraz, who at one point in the evening exclaimed the sentence, “I came to this country because of the Wu Tang Clan!” Peter and I escaped across the street to The Crest for a bit to get actual food for dinner instead of just snacking at Rex’s. Where I’ve generally been a stress eater, lately I’m a stress starver and think I had skipped the three prior meals. Peter did a really masterful job of calming me down, taking the anxiety down a notch. Sarah vs. deck parties…winner: laughing with people on a beautiful night. Perfect start to the weekend.
Well…. almost. Due to the aforementioned Kentucky Bourbon Ale, I woke up needing to drink all the water around 2:30am. At that same time I decided to just cancel my Orangetheory class that morning. I was not going to be ready for treadmills and weights in 5 hours. I still woke up again around 7, got some coffee and got back into bed for an episode of Newsroom while I planned my day and perked up. Decided to see the first showing of a movie. What to see… I landed on Inside Out. I rarely miss a Pixar movie. Got up, got out the door and was at the theatre by 10am. The movie was very good, although I wondered how kids liked it. It had some complex themes – the idea of abstract thinking, fading memories, subconscious. I cried three times, so I know that I liked it. Sarah vs. early morning movies…winner: Lava! Yes, Lava is the Pixar short that came before Inside Out and I was in tears by the end of that five minutes. Seriously, when I thought the two volcanoes were never going to meet I was *figuratively* heartbroken in a very real way. For a limited time, the full short is available online. Watch it.
After said movie I clearly needed some Sephora therapy. Except, I didn’t even need anything. Usually this doesn’t stop me at Sephora, but apparently I’m getting more practical as I get older. I picked up eye make up remover – the least sexy thing available – but the one thing I actually needed. I was at the big outdoor mall, so I moseyed around a bit more, window shopping and people watching before heading back to the car. On the way home I got a pedicure (an important step in a plan forming for the next day), filled my car up with gas, got a car wash and was going to vacuum it even (whoa!) but the vacuum machines only took quarters. Who has 6 quarters on them? Sarah vs. productive mornings…winner: Ted Mazby (the car). That car needed to be washed badly. It probably needs to be hand washed, but the drive through one is better than nothing.
Came home. Took nap. Declined an invite to the Irish Festival. The thing is, it was a gorgeous night. Meaning I imagine the Irish Festival was going to be packed. I don’t really love packed festivals. Instead went for a 4-ish mile walk around my neighborhood. Sarah vs. Festivals…winner: being fine with saying no. A couple weeks ago my friend Jenn points out one of the nicest things about me is that I’m not a bailer. If I say I’m going to be somewhere, I’m there. I can only do that because when I don’t want to do something, I tell you I don’t want to do it. I learned this from Claire. It’s a good life skill.
Sunday morning I did get up and get to 8am Orangetheory class. I do love starting the weekend mornings there. I feel like I’ve already gotten so much done. Which is good because I spent the next couple hours doing chillin’ like a villain. I started roasting some potatoes and rosemary for breakfast. While they were cooking I made some iced coffee, took it and the paper out to my patio. It was a perfect morning. I sat out there for at least an hour and a half. It had been weeks since I read my Sunday paper, for over a month they just went straight into the recycle bin. Not today! It was glorious. Sarah vs. Sunday mornings…winner: Rosemary potatoes with scrambled eggs and tomatoes.
How breakfast was done.
Plus, Oliver likes the patio.
I finally got around to taking a shower, starting some laundry, etc. I was hoping for a phone call around 2pm and the call came! I chickened out on getting my tattoo last week while Claire was here. That was a terrible idea in retrospect because it hurt like a bitch and I could have used her to talk to me while it was happening. The tattoo shop was expecting a cancellation, she said she’d call Sunday to see if she could get me in at 2, otherwise I had an appointment for 5pm. 2pm was better! I spent half an hour signing paperwork, getting the design worked out, etc and about 20 minutes actually getting the ink. A few months ago it hit me like a bolt that this would be the next tattoo. In fact, I can’t even believe it wasn’t my first tattoo. I’ve talked about loving the SportsNight a lot around here. It is a show that just gets me. And there’s a clip from the last episode of the series, watch just one minute of the clip below…
If you watched the rest of the episode (which you TOTALLY should!) you would learn that a company called Quo Vadimus has bought their cable network. Quo Vadimus means “where are we going”. (It’s the gentleman in the clip’s company – seriously – just watch the episode.) It’s probably one of the top two things I quote from this show, but I think a tattoo that read “Napoleon’s two part plan: Show up and see what happens,” might have been a little much. Sarah vs. the tattoo…winner: a tattoo I can see! I have two, both on my lower back. By golly, if I’m going to ink, I want to see it, and this is a great one to make visible. Lots of affirmation – regroup – ask yourself, where are we going. If you don’t know, then you’re already there.
Yes, it’s a hard to read cursive font. Yes, I wanted it that way.
Was back home for a few hours before I left again to meet Rex and Shannon for Yoga on the Oval (the OSU version of a quad).
Shannon is part of a big charity bike ride that raises bunches of money for The James, a pretty premiere cancer research hospital, and they were hosting this free outdoor yoga thing and I had said I would go. In all honesty, it’s one of the things that I may have bailed on if I were a bailer. I’m not. And reasons like last night make me sooo happy I’m not. Say yes to things, people! It was a perfect summer evening with perfect warm breezes. The OSU campus is really pretty. A couple hundred people were doing some yoga with a total hippie chick leading the practice and a guy strumming a guitar alongside her. The hippie in me really connected to the idea of bare feet on the grass, being one and calm and all that jazz. It was the last five minutes though that made it an unforgettable evening. After all the yoga-ing is over, she led us through a little meditation. Told us to go to a happy memory, to “get involved” with it. What was it, what had to happen to make it happen, what led you there, etc. What immediately came to mind was grad school graduation a few years ago. Grad school had been so special, overcoming the obstacles I had starting the program had to happen, traveling up to Ohio all the time which led me to living here and this moment. I was smiling. Then hippie chick tells us to take all that positive energy and send it forward (the cancer hospital was right in front of us on the Oval). And suddenly I was Care Bear Staring all these thoughts at The James and I started crying.
Care Bears… STARE!!!!
It’s not often that I spend a lot of time thinking about Dad. I mean, I remember him, I have pictures, too rarely he’ll pop up in a dram, but he’s been dead 13 years now. In the introduction to the evening, they had specifically called out Colon Cancer as one of the things they were working to treat, prevent, etc. And in that space where I wasn’t occupied by a laptop, smartphone, music, cats, books, tv, or stress; wasn’t creating distractions for myself by being so overprogrammed, I thought that somewhere in that hospital was a dad with four kids and I put every bit of energy into hoping he got better. (I know – so cheesy – I can’t help it – it was deep, man.) It took a while for the tears to stop streaming down my face, luckily Shannon starting talking about cow births and that killed the mood (in a good way). I’m just so happy I went. Sarah vs. Yoga on the Oval…winner: I hope to goodness it’s the dad with four kids somewhere.