I really like making people do stuff they don’t want to do. So, whenever anybody visits I drag them to my Wednesday yoga class. Ohio is at least 8 years behind on all these “kooky” west coast trends (yoga, self-serve froyo, socks with sandals, etc) so I consider it a gift from me to them that they’ll know their vinyasa when it finally catches on in the midwest.
What we did AFTER class, however, isn’t a trend on any coast. Which is a shame, because it was fun. I’m starting up a drunk yoga studio as soon as this darned wedding is over.
Liability coverage would probably be a little tough to find – Mini Twin will vouch that headstand is not so easy after a few glasses of red and a shot of Satan Juice.