Allow me to paint you a visual.
First of all, we still don’t have Internet. That is why this is happening.
This, of course, is me sitting in the middle of our swankass clubhouse (is it a clubhouse? I don’t know… office?) wearing a decade-old Furman sweatshirt (hood UP, like a boss… or a terrorist), massive lobby TV turned from ESPN to Bravo (duh), shoes off, feet up, free Internet BLAZIN’.
The only other people in here are a guy and a girl sipping wine at the bar. I mean, they haven’t said anything to me yet but I get the feeling they are really happy I popped in. You know? Sometimes you can just feel that connection with strangers. Whatever, man.
ANYWAY. Today was fun. I worked. Ate. Yoga’d. Hung out with this little gem:
I wear many a hat at Y2 Yoga–teacher, manager, marketer, bringer of treats, babysitter extraordinaire.
A construction lift crashed through the ceiling of a place nearby, bursting a water main and setting off fire alarms at every suite in the complex.
The alarms went off through that class and Adam’s and nobody even skipped a beat. Om shanti, right?
That was the most exciting part of my day. The second most exciting part was eating.
Putting together playlists and sequences for this week’s classes and then promptly passing out. This is my new existence. I am the lamest person on the planet.