Brenda (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
burendasan4) wrote2024-09-16 10:11 pm
burendasan4) wrote2024-09-16 10:11 pm
This past weekend
So on Friday I got in touch with the person who organizes the class. She told me that no one had signed up for the ceramics class so it was being cancelled as well. She offered me a spot in a tapestry class being held on Saturday but 1) I had no interest and 2) I already had plans, so she basically said to let her know if there was a class I wanted to take in the future. I felt a bit uneasy about this informal arrangement but I figured that there was a text trail to remind her of it if necessary.
Well, later in the afternoon I get a text from her letting me know that two people had signed up for the ceramics class at the last minute so it was still on. I was exhausted at the end of the work day, but I went to the class anyway. Turned out that only one other person besides me showed up, but this person was very friendly so I had a good time talking to them. In previous classes with this instructor, I got to make mugs, and I got to make plates. But for this class, we got to make planters. This was my 3rd class with the instructor and I hoped she didn't think it weird, but before long I felt at ease with the three of us chatting. It was past 10 pm by the time I got home and I was super tired, but in a good way, because I felt accomplished and because the next day was Saturday so I could sleep in.
On Saturday, R and I went to our friend's house for an early Fall Equinox celebration in which our friend burns a bunch of dried sage in his fire pit. His parties can get pretty big and noisy but this was a chill affair.
Yesterday (Sunday), I went to the Polish Hill Arts Fest for the first time in a few years. I wouldn't have known about it if another friend at the hadn't mentioned it. The arts fest was smaller than I have remembered it to be in years past, but what I like about it is that the vendors aren't usually the ones you find at every other market/fair in the the city. There's a bit of a "punk" vibe to it and in years past, there would be groups of "gutter punks" who would hang out at the event. I've always liked the Polish Hill neighborhood (just as the name suggests, it was a neighborhood inhabited mostly by Polish immigrants) and always feel relaxed when I'm there.
Afterwards, I drove to Oakland, where R and his friend Sam were busking on a street corner, where Sam's friend, who owns a local bookstore, had a table set up with books for sale. As always, it was nice to hang out and listen to their music. But the highlight was getting boba tea at a nearby boba tea place. I got a black tea/oatmilk/brown sugar concoction. I think part of the reason I liked it so much was because I was just really thirsty. But another part of me is saying, "I *must* go back..."
Well, later in the afternoon I get a text from her letting me know that two people had signed up for the ceramics class at the last minute so it was still on. I was exhausted at the end of the work day, but I went to the class anyway. Turned out that only one other person besides me showed up, but this person was very friendly so I had a good time talking to them. In previous classes with this instructor, I got to make mugs, and I got to make plates. But for this class, we got to make planters. This was my 3rd class with the instructor and I hoped she didn't think it weird, but before long I felt at ease with the three of us chatting. It was past 10 pm by the time I got home and I was super tired, but in a good way, because I felt accomplished and because the next day was Saturday so I could sleep in.
On Saturday, R and I went to our friend's house for an early Fall Equinox celebration in which our friend burns a bunch of dried sage in his fire pit. His parties can get pretty big and noisy but this was a chill affair.
Yesterday (Sunday), I went to the Polish Hill Arts Fest for the first time in a few years. I wouldn't have known about it if another friend at the hadn't mentioned it. The arts fest was smaller than I have remembered it to be in years past, but what I like about it is that the vendors aren't usually the ones you find at every other market/fair in the the city. There's a bit of a "punk" vibe to it and in years past, there would be groups of "gutter punks" who would hang out at the event. I've always liked the Polish Hill neighborhood (just as the name suggests, it was a neighborhood inhabited mostly by Polish immigrants) and always feel relaxed when I'm there.
Afterwards, I drove to Oakland, where R and his friend Sam were busking on a street corner, where Sam's friend, who owns a local bookstore, had a table set up with books for sale. As always, it was nice to hang out and listen to their music. But the highlight was getting boba tea at a nearby boba tea place. I got a black tea/oatmilk/brown sugar concoction. I think part of the reason I liked it so much was because I was just really thirsty. But another part of me is saying, "I *must* go back..."