Thank you for all of your comments on my previous 2 posts, but now I must ground my feet to the earth again and talk about silliness. Don’t want to lose my cynics!
I am traveling to Atlanta next week for work and hopefully to hang out with the great and wonderful Jali. I am looking forward to doing some fun things in the ATL besides sitting around in bars getting drunk with my co-workers. I’m so over my co-workers. Have you noticed? Any ideas? I know I’m going to have super-long days, but I still want to take advantage of being in a great city. Oh, and did I mention I have a limited budget? No? Well, I do. So keep that in mind when you make your suggestions.
I took a yoga class last night and I really had a hard time with the Shavasana. The pose is for deep relaxation. The room is completely quite and still. Everyone is focused on their breathing and you can’t hear anything at all. But I had to fart—bad! I was trying so hard to hold it in and I knew it was one that was not going to come out quietly. Trying to hold it in and hearing my stomach rumble only made me want to laugh. Needing to laugh in an inappropriate situation makes me pee. Can you see that I was in trouble?!?! I was so close to farting and peeing on myself simultaneously. I was so glad to hear that damned gong to signal that that mess was over! But right after the gong sounded, I swear the instructor farted. Must have been all those forward bends and twists.
OK, Lovelies. What shall I do in ATL?