Night before the Study Storm...

Last night one of my guy friends and I hung out and then went to St. Marks for Baogettes... these delicious and incredibly cheap Vietnamese sandwiches. Seriously, they MUST put crack in there or something because nothing that delicious can be good for you. Then in a huge detour, we wandered around the Alphabet city until two and then hopped into a hookah bar for a bit. Strange night, got to know him a bit better though.

Now on a Sunday afternoon, I'm faced with all the crummy stuff that I have to finish before next week... as it's finals week, tensions are running a little high. Rather regretting spending the last two nights out. But what can you do? It's never to late to start now. I think I'll bunker down and start the studying process tonight... perhaps even Bobst the night away on one of the lower levels. Honestly, I think I've spent so much time in that library that I might as well set up a little cot in the corner next Elmer Bobst's giant bronze head.

Anyway, after going to my safe haven at YTTP and sailing through an amazing hour of Yoga, I'm almost ready to begin working... By the way, YTTP is personally a fav in terms of yoga... and that isn't just because of the "suggested donation" of ten dollars... though it is an admittedly large factor, considering my ever growing resemblance to the stereotypically broke college student. What I love it that even in a room packed with people, you feel this sense of total privacy. There is no self consciousness, no competition, no derision ... no judgement. Everyone is just there to push themselves as hard as they can under the guidance of some great teachers. Things are just what then seem. Absolutely unpretentious yoga for each individual person.
Walking past Bowery Hotel today, there was a couple of professional photographers (with some really nice equipment) intently snapping away at some guy. Now intently searching the internet for him... tall, blond, slender in blue shirt and jeans... all right, that's a crappy description, but best I can do when the guy was doing his best to disappear behind his floppy hat and dark sunglasses.