It's just a little after noon on Sunday afternoon. I'm sitting in a little coffee shop here in Grinnell, Iowa. I need to hit the road very soon if I'm going to get back to Minnesota at a reasonable hour tonight, but I thought I'll write something here before I do that.
After the conference yesterday, I had dinner with 3 other conference attendees at a meditarranean restaurant. The food was great. I had lentil soup, a chickpea burger, and a piece of baklava for dessert.
There was some interesting dinner table drama that reminded me of a recent post by Evelyn from "Kapo is my Bitch", in which she talked about the reactions of non-vegetarians to the dietary choices of vegetarians and other "healthy eaters." Among the 4 of us at dinner, two of us were vegetarians, two were non-vegetarians. One of the non-vegs ordered a big juicy filet mignon. I have to admit that it looked very juicy, something I probably would have ordered in my non-veg days. Anyway, the guy with the steak was trying to get both of us vegs to have a taste of the steak ("It's that good, it's worth not being vegetarian for just a minute! What happens in Grinnell stays in Grinnell: I won't tell anybody else you broke your veg vows!"). The other veg gave in and had a small piece of the steak (he claims that he does have small servings of meat on "special" occasions; apparently, this is one of them). I said that I have to decline, because I have to appease the yoga gods tomorrow morning during my yoga practice. Apparently, this got me off the hook; he didn't press me anymore.
Gee, it seems that people have this perverse desire to see and delight in the "fall of grace" of vegetarians. What's up with that?
I thought I'll give a little practice report here as well. I did primary in my hotel room this morning (didn;t feel up to any kapo drama today). I was wondering how my practice would be, given that I ate so much yesterday. It was surprisingly light and powerful. I got the wrist bind in Mari D on both sides. Got a border-region-between-the-hand-and-wrist bind in Supta K. All in all, a very light, powerful and refreshing practice.
Okay, I need to stop procrasinating and hit the road right away, or I'll never get out of Corn Country.