for my inner yogi

i just splurged on a great pair of....yoga pants.

that's right, i don't do yoga, nor do i intend to start yoga anytime soon. but these pants? they are super comfortable. and you know, i work hard. i deserve a little bit of splurging once in a while. and i they FIT. really well.

see, i rarely buy clothes in japan because i can rarely find my size. even american stores, i swear, readjust their sizes. i'm usually not one to obsess about numbers but i tell you, i go into the gap and feel like a cow. on numerous occassions, i've gone in, held up a pair of jeans in what i expect to be my size and can tell right away they won't fit. in fact, neither will the next size up. or the next. i tried on a pair two sizes bigger than what i normally wear at the gap in the states and couldn't get them buttoned. don't try to tell me that the sizes are "american." they aren't.

anyway, i digress. i went shopping in shibuya with Chelsea and after hitting up this great burger place, we headed to lululemon.

though convinced that "these types of pants don't look good on me," after having gotten a highly disapproving look from Chelsea, i tried on about six pairs of pants. between gawking at the price, having chelsea throw more pairs over the dressing room door, being joined by chelsea in the dressing room, and discussing what kind of underwear one wears with such pants, i threw out all reason and just bought a pair.

cut just below the knee, fitted at the top and loose throughout the legs, they are a dark heather grey, have a cute turquoise drawstring and are fabulous.

and the closest thing i'll be doing to yoga in them is stretching out comfortably in my bed.

speaking of which, i'm currently reading the book belle de jour. based on this blog. course the book was published in 2005, so it'd be tough for me to pick up reading the blog now, but maybe after i finish the second book and when i've got a free afternoon, i'll catch myself up. it's strangely enjoyable vicarious living.

and somehow related, i gave myself a french manicure yesterday. i figured if i was going to make a good "first" impression, every little bit helps:

i had coffee and dinner tonight with a boy i met five years ago. he was an exchange student to brazil the year after i was to japan. having been an exchange student/abroad at all throws him into a catergory that is usually quite appealing to begin with and on top of that, so far he meets more requirements than most i've had dinner with.

-tall(er than me even when i was wearing 6cm heels)
-gorgeous smile (and decent teeth, a huge plus in japan)
-broad shoulders (usually relative, but he'd be "normal" in the US)
-speaks english well enough that we didn't have to speak japanese

that last one usually knocks out quite a few. while i tend to think, 'hey, we're in japan, we should speak japanese,' i am equally impressed with a guy who can joke around as well as hold an intelligent conversation with me in my native language. yes...he'll get a name if we go out again.

but for now, this non-yogi yogi is headed to bed in comfort AND style. 'night.