No yoga today. My friend is getting married and given the choice between drunkenly dropping trou at a wedding and waking up to stretch with a bunch of assholes who are altogether too perky it is really not much of a contest. Let us see how long you can hold downward facing dog after staying up until 8 AM (note, really 10 PM) drinking whiskey (note, really whiskey) fuckers! OK, I should probably go shower and shave before the festivities start. Shave my ass, obviously.
Instructor: Champagne
Pain level: Yellowish-orange
Highlight of the class: "Accidentally" dropping champagne down the front of the bride's dress. Ah, boobs.
Favorite posture: Dancing to "I'm Too Sexy" with no pants on.
Least favorite posture: Hugging the toilet.
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
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