Unexpected day of freedom

We went to our childbirth class yesterday, but as it turns out, it was canceled. Now we weren't the ones who screwed up and forgot to write this down or anything. We got there just like we were supposed to. I got an email confirmation a few days ago saying that we were in fact registered and had to be there by 9 am Saturday morning. We woke up at 7 am yesterday to make sure that we'd leave around 8 am to get there at 9 am and have wiggle room to flounder around and find the conference room. We ended up leaving around 8:15 (I blame Robert) so I was paranoid that we would be walking in late and having everyone stare (I hate that about being late) at us because of it. We got there, found the room with minimal difficulty, but it was locked. We walked around and found no one who could help us. Soon, others began to show up. Other pregnant ladies and their men, so we knew we were in the right place. Finally, some take-charge-kind-of-guy makes some phone calls and a security guard lets us into the conference room so we can at least sit down. We were a bunch of pregnant ladies after all. Finally, a nurse comes down (this is around 9:30, 9:45ish) and tells us that the woman who teaches the class broke her arm a few weeks ago and rescheduled all her classes, but apparently ours fell the through the cracks and was not rescheduled. Groan, groan, groan. She takes all of our information down and tells us that someone will get back with us by Monday to reschedule and that we can all have parking vouchers and blah, blah, blah. So we got out of there around 10 am. It sucked that we weren't able to take it. I was really looking forward to it. I felt worse for the couples who were due in, like, two weeks. They really couldn't afford to be waiting around.

So we left and had nothing to do. We decided to go to Soundwaves so Robert could look at surfboards and possibly buy some new shoes. His dirty, torn pair of Vans that he wears every day to work is pretty ridiculous. I wanted to look at CDs too. I bought Iron and Wine's Our Endless Numbered Days the day before yesterday after not buying any new music in ages and was anxious to try to find more stuff to listen to.

I love music but I go through music droughts here and there where I'm not looking up new bands to listen to. I feel really crappy when that happens because music makes me so happy. A while back I was talking to someone at work about music and this guy lends me a Matt Bianco CD (I did not ask to borrow it -- he kind of thrust it my way and said he wanted to lend it to me). I hate it when people do this because one: if it's something I want to listen to, I'll ask for it and two: if I don't ask to borrow it, chances are I will take forever to listen to it because I never wanted to in the first place. This tends to piss the lender off because they get all anxious wanting their CD back and I end up holding on to it for longer than I should because I feel bad for not listening to it. Anyway, I finally listened to it and hated it. Not sure how many Basia/Matt Bianco fans there are out there, but I did not like it at all. Sorry. And so I had to lie to my coworker and pretend that I found it pleasantly "interesting" and "different". I couldn't very well tell him that the CD he so eagerly loaned to me sucked in my opinion, could I? Now if someone who does know my taste in music well loans me a CD for my listening pleasure I generally don't mind, but otherwise I get annoyed. I don't mind if the person just refers me to something, because that way I can go find an MP3 on my own time or whatever, but the loaning of the CDs is just so much pressure on my part. Perhaps I'm strange that way.

Anyway, so Robert bought shoes at Soundwaves. Finally. Some more Vans but they are all black and nice and not torn. I bought Death Cab for Cutie's Photo Album, 10,000 Maniacs Few and Far Between single (with Michael Stipe and David Byrne), and Bright Eyes' I'm Wide Awake, It's morning. All used, of course. I was trying to be thrifty. The 10,000 Maniacs one reminds me of high school and I'd never owned it on CD before so when I saw it, I had to have it. I don't own any Death Cab and I've been wanting to, so I grabbed that one. And I have another Bright Eyes album that I like and wanted to get more.

After we left Soundwaves, we had lunch at this great little cafe in Midtown called Le Bec Fin. It was really good. Then we went to the movies at the Angelika to see Crash, which I liked a lot, by the way. I was hoping it would be a cry baby matinee so we could see all the babies in theatre, but no luck. We were the only ones in the entire theatre.

Then we drove through Montrose to see them setting up for the gay pride parade and headed to Teahouse -- this place that makes awesome boba tea -- and had tea and played a game of scrabble, which I love (I won too). Then we drove through Montrose again, but headed home after. We didn't go to the Pride Parade because the day just didn't work out like that. Had we gotten out of our class at 3 pm, like we thought we probably would have gone, but oh well. I had a lot of fun yesterday, just roaming around. We felt like two kids who had gotten out of school really early.

Robert just came into the house after cutting the grass (I guess he pulls his weight some) and I think we're going to have breakfast somewhere. I want tacos...actually everything sounds good to me. Hopefully we can get into that childbirth class soon.