Downward Facing (Pissed Off) Dog--Ommmm

All I wanted tonight, was to attend my yoga class, relax and come home. Instead, I unrolled my yoga mat, sat on the floor, closed my eyes and jumped out of my skin when the 'yoga' instructor inserted and blasted a Bossa Nova CD that was so loud, she had to yell over it. WITH A MICROPHONE. For some reason it never occurred to her to turn down the music. Oh, and she wasn't a yoga instructor, she was the pilates instructor, who was subbing for the yoga instructor, "Because, like, we really wanted you guys to have a class since you were already here for something."

This to me was much like craving an ice cream sundae, going out of your way and ordering one, only to be told that "Like, we know you wanted ice cream, but we're giving you a big cookie. Because, like, we know you wanted something, but this is all we have." Not that you don't love cookies, it's just not what you wanted.

So for an hour, I kept reminding myself how much I used to enjoy pilates and this was a nice accident. Or at least I tried to when the music wasn't hurting my ears and the instructor wasn't yelling to make herself heard over the noise. The final insult came when she threw in downward facing dog and child pose, "Just to like, mix it up a little and make it more like what you thought would happen."

The only thing that kept me from going ballistic at some point after the class, was running into my neighbors. Their two year old son ran to me and gave me an unsolicited hug. Otherwise, I would probably be acting ridiculously undignified.