Today was the big day!!! Leigh and I had a yoga party!!!!
We decided to let Altin come too.
But, even radiant fail couldn’t put a damper on our party… Actually, even at 91 (practically FREEZING for a Bikram class), with a full room and the humidifiers running, we managed to get quite drippy.
Since chatting through practice is more or less frowned upon, we thought it best to catch up here
This time Altin wasn’t invited!
We covered jobs, Joseph *sigh*, travel, and yoga, Yoga, YOGA, her man-bow, my 14 year lick-out hang up, training, advanced class, leg breaking (the yoga kind), different studios. Oh, and I promised to blog about the yoga box in the near future.
It was like catching up with an old friend after losing touch for ages. I think we could have talked forever… Or at least all the way until it came time to practice again. ‘Cause, you know how it goes, if you want to talk through yoga it’s totally cool, and acceptable… For anyone who can cough up $15,500, and survive 9 weeks of doubles with a side of all night Bollywood movie marathons.
I had a great time, and survived dinner! I was totally engaged and distracted, I didn’t even have a chance to freakout. It was a lovely reprieve from the daily battle!
We will need to party again soon.