Last night I experienced my first yoga class. After battling some premature seasonal affective disorder, I thought I might as well get out of the house and spend $3 on a new experience. And holy shit--yoga class is square city. Are they all this way? Not a one super hot mommy. No sexiness whatsoever. Rather, attending my class were numerous weird granola-eating recycling old ladies, a few square grad students, and at least two hair bears. They might have left a happy trail.
All in all, yoga class was pleasant. I might go back if I run out of things to make fun of again.
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