The happy place

Yoga tonight was pretty good. I admit I'm getting more and more into it, though I doubt I'll ever be so into it that I'll start spewing hippie thoughts about energy and flow and auras and junk.

Yoga would have been even better for me if I had been able to enjoy deep breaths of air but I couldn't. You see, the lady next to me had already gone to her happy place through the use of liquid "spirits." How could I relax and breathe deeply if every intake of air I got reeked of alcohol? Not pleasant.

But not to worry, I got a little piece of happiness when I got home and my brother had left me a little present on my desk: a poster of Carlos Arroyo. Yummmm.