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Savoring the afterglow of a big, busy weekend.
Yesterday's solid morning session at Urban Flow was followed by a rockin', packed-to-capacity crowd for our Girls Rock Camp benefit class last night at Flying Yoga. We raised a good chunk of change and had a helluva good time in the process. I can't think of any other way that I'd have rather closed out the old year and welcomed the new.
Woke this morning with a scratchy voice (not so easy to holler out asana instructions over Eminem and Lenny Kravitz) and a heavy head (sparkling wine, I love you) and a full heart (filled to the brim). Chugged my coffee, threw on my leggings, and then, quite appropriately, rolled down the hill through the hungover Tenderloin (past one most-fabulous drag queen totally owning the glittery 8am post-NYE walk of shame in fuschia mini-dress, 4-inch heels and big silver wig) to usher the new year in with a sweaty, song-filled practice at Urban Flow.
Across the board, most folks I spoke with yesterday looked forward to a mellow holiday, and this morning quiet, simple celebrations seemed to be the theme. Maybe it's just me getting old and content (then again, I've always kind of been a grandma), but last night I too wanted nothing but close friends and good conversation and a little talk of what we'd like to see 2012 bring into our lives. And I got that, beautifully, and with the easy comfort that comes of longtime friendship. And I even rolled through a dose of the bumpin' urban scene on 22nd and Valencia/Mission on my way home, too. Seriously, all I could ask for, and more.
All good. All light. All ways.
Happy new year.