while my friends are off eating cheese and intestines and mocking gendarmes in france, i am minding the store back here in sunny chicago. things are not super exciting here. thankfully, nobody is stopping me alongside the road to ask about my knowledge of local criminals, although my neighbors do have some funny stories about sitting on their rooftop porch at night watching drug deals go down in the blocks south of us. i thought i would mix things up a bit the other night by driving up to the north side to do a good deed by watering my blogmate's plants, which would conveniently have happened right around 7pm in time for american idol watching, thus fixing my problem of loving that tv show but having no tv with which to watch it. unfortunately, my conscience got the better of me, and i decided that if my choices were get exercise and see mb or drive across town for one tv show, the right thing to do was exercise. but by the time i got ready to embark on any actual exercise, it was getting late and instead of run outside or go to the gym, i put in a new dvd lent to me by mb's sister: "yoga booty ballet." i thought, this seems perfect! yoga sounds relaxing, i've been working a lot lately, i won't have to come up with my own poses or anything and just get to follow along.
let me just say this: when the video starts with two women asking you to start with your hands folded together, they do NOT get to say "namaste" (which i was taught meant something like "the divine in me greets the divine in you") while the cameraman is zooming right in for gratuitous boob shots. the rest of the video was impossible to follow, because the camera work focused exclusively on the leaders' chests and pelvises (pelves?), occasionally panning over to the south-asian hippie on the bongos, and the only instructions were "now you can get a little funky." namaste? is there a yoga word for "the perv in me greets the d-cup in you"?
from this i conclude the following things:
1. it is sometimes the morally acceptable thing to skip exercise in favor of reality tv.
2. maybe this was for the best. had i gone for a run or watched jordyn sparks win this year's title, i would not have nearly this much good work story.
3. blogmate, ck and ss, when are you getting back? i'm bored.
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I think it's "Jordin." -sm
see? this is the kind of tragedy that happens when i've only actually seen the show once this season and been keeping up via morning radio show updates.
Is yoga-booty-whatever an oxymoron? Not so much. I giggled about your new Namaste definition - though I prefer the "real" one:) I could hook you up with some videos with poses and meditation even, let me know:) Take care!
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