Ok so last night I went to a Yoga Party - why?  Why Not?  and one of the rules that was gathered from the website was not to eat atleast 2 hours before coming (that means eating an hour or 30 minutes before the party was breaking the rules).  So I assumed we were not to eat because they would be feeding us and wanted us to have a healthy appetite - ok I'm greedy and to me a good party - hell a good anything includes being fed. 

So I mapquested out the directions to this place, met my friend Brooke-Sidney and her friend (I was going to put girlfriend but remembered these days that can mean all most anything) angelica (pronounced an-hell-ica) but this is a black chick - still I dig the way she pronounces her name.  None of us knew what to expect as this was being held at somebody's (a stranger's) home.  Me wanting to be a writer - I'm down for anything - I throw myself in the path of adventure.

So when we got there we learned it was a shoe-free environment for this note was posted on the screen door.  and I thought that was cool because my house is a shoe-free environment too - its just that I expect people to figure that out when they come in and notice the big ass shoe tree and all the shoes piled around the front door entrance.  And even then if they don't get it - I tell them in my ghetto fabulous way to check the shoes at the door.  So I think I'll get a sign too - its such a friendly way to let people know my carpet is less than 6 months old and its the upgraded kind so I do not want to wear it down or dirty it up by outdoor debris.

All in all the party was so cool - it was held in the basement in which she converted to the work area.  The walls were colored warm, the music played soothing, and the lighting said relax and stay a while.  She provided mats and pillows and such which was cool because I didn't even know what to wear never mind bring.  I was going to be savvy and bring water but my ass forget that soon as I left the house.  See I dip in and out of the life (ok outside of trying to do it with a tape once, I've had one professional yoga experience) - and I was going to bust out the spandex until my girlfriend (she's just a friend ya'll) said to wear something loose and comfortable - hell her ass had some yoga pants - I didn't even know they made gear just for yoga.  So I put on some cotton track pants (hard to explain) and a white v-neck t and a sports bra over my bra - and I chose to go with that simply because my breast looked really good and my stomach looked really flat - thanks to the series of colonics I became infatuated with getting (that's another story for another day).

So just before we begun - the instructor, Dana, explained why not eating before hand was so important.  Yoga brings out the gas in you!  and being that the mats were lined up in rows that were not only side by side but one behind the other it would be a minor disturbance in the flow of things to be farting all up in eachother's faces.  I'm thinking hell if it gets that bad and I feel I have to let one rip - trust the session would be over for me - I refuse to just be farting all willy nilly in front of people I am just meeting. 

So needless to say I made it through the exercises alive - I only felt a gas flare up in my stomach once but I was able to squeeze my butt cheeks really tight and keep it in.  the ending was the best part.  when it was over we got to just lie there as they placed these aroma scented velvet eye mask over our eyes and we just relaxed and listened to the soothing music.  She explained in her soft - sensuous (hey can you be sensuous without it having to do with sex) voice that they were going to come around and stretch us and all she wanted us to do was lay there and not help them.  No problem.  Before they got to me I was a little antsy though - I hate being snuck up on - so I keep trying to gauge where they were located in the room.  It became a game to me.  But when they (whoever it was) got to me the stretch felt so good.  I felt immediately enlongated - I'm telling ya'll today I am a whole inch taller.

 And she did feed us some really good food afterwards too.

So here I sit today - arms and abs and thighs sore as hell - but its a good look.  I plan on going out to her studio again - maybe even once a week.

Dana's Yoga Site