Originally posted on The Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society:
No more snow, but this weekend it’s supposed to feel -20 degrees outside. That’s negative 20, thank you very much. Which means we’re keeping ourselves indoors for Valentine’s Day. But we celebrated its imminent arrival last night with a private Thai yoga session with the effervescent and grounded (how’s that for a combination?) Yoga Yael. The temperatures may have been plunging outside, but in here, the windows were steaming up. That’s not a metaphor — they literally steamed up, as two dozen of us shed clothes and the bonds of gravity and practiced flying. We also each had the chance to give and receive (Happy V-Day!) some basic Thai massage, which is a little like yoga would be if yoga were something someone else did to you. There was time for books, of course… …and for celebrating the birthday of one of our own. We’ll leave it to you to work out how old she is now. All in all, a deeply satisfying outing, even if this…
No more snow, but this weekend it’s supposed to feel -20 degrees outside. That’s negative 20, thank you very much. Which means we’re keeping ourselves indoors for Valentine’s Day. But we celebrated its imminent arrival last night with a private Thai yoga session with the effervescent and grounded (how’s that for a combination?) Yoga Yael. The temperatures may have been plunging outside, but in here, the windows were steaming up. That’s not a metaphor — they literally steamed up, as two dozen of us shed clothes and the bonds of gravity and practiced flying. We also each had the chance to give and receive (Happy V-Day!) some basic Thai massage, which is a little like yoga would be if yoga were something someone else did to you. There was time for books, of course… …and for celebrating the birthday of one of our own. We’ll leave it to you to work out how old she is now. All in all, a deeply satisfying outing, even if this…