When I found out they were making “adult” coloring books, I jumped on the chance to have my friends over last Saturday night so we could color like the goddamn adults we are.
Now unlike lots of the therapy coloring books are claiming, I don’t really find coloring calming or therapeutic. Most of the coloring books have so much damn detail so one page takes a century to finish – and that’s stressful.
Anyways, ten friends, some wine and beer, snacks, and some profanity-laden coloring books and a good night was had by all. I think the last person left around 1am.
When I see photos of elaborate celebrations for who-knows-how-much, I always think to myself: all you really need is a good group of friends, snacks, and a few bottles of wine and beer for a successful night out (or in).
And some coloring books. That never hurts either.
Soul Food, Yoga, & Ghosts on a Saturday
After seeing Old Times on Friday night, I slept in on Saturday, watched the third episode of season 2 of The Leftovers (weird) and then headed to an intermediate bikram yoga class as a guest at Pure Yoga on the west side. The studio is so, so pretty but it’s also filled with so many superfluous perks that you end up paying dearly for ($195/month). The class was intense. I do bikram yoga about once a year because I think it’s somewhat beneficial but not on the regular. I’m glad I did it but it would never become a regular thing for me.
I spent a while curling and hair spraying my hair which fell out as soon as I went outside, but it looked pretty for a hot a second. We met up with some friends of ours, sat for a very cheesy seance, listened to Miss Ida Blue, and drank too much prosecco before happily hopping on the train home sometime after midnight.
It was a neat experience, but probably not something we’d do again. The venue was incredibly cool though! I’m glad we went though.