getting mellow
My hippie friends suggested I take up yoga. I was skeptical, since I’d read enough articles in Sunday Styles and met enough weird ladies to know what I was getting into, but after the first class, I came home and told my virile roommates, “This is awesome. I feel great!” I was converted, sold. Re-charged. Whatever!
I need a vacation. These quasi-nudist hot springs look fun. I’ll always have the Russian Baths.
