Potty Humor
I try the trendy exercise of the stars tonight with Elisa. Actually, if I'm trying it, it's already in the "out" column in Entertainment Weekly, along with little dogs and talking tee shirts. I originally wanted to attend the "Butt & Gut" class but they switched times and now I'm stuck with Pilates.
Of course I don't have a yoga mat so I compromise by bringing along a bright orange beach towel. I also wasn't sure what one wears to Pilates so I dress in my surfing pajamas. For the most part, I look like I know what I'm doing here, until I bend over and the person behind me reads "Surf Girl" across the seat of my pants. Yeah, watch out girlfriend. I'm the Pilates guru.
I am surprised to find that this "workout" is actually kind of fun and for once in my life, I'm taking something seriously and not acting like an idiot. The only time I have to stifle a laugh is when I hear Elisa sniff very loudly. I knew it was going to happen, it was only a matter of time before the smell wafted in her direction. The woman in front of us is the typical burnt-out hippie you would find loitering around the bong shops on Pearl Street. She's got straggly brown hair and she's donning about three layers of yoga-wear and I can tell right away she's a vegetarian because her downwind is so foul. It smells like the bathroom outside the rink in the CU rec center (Christine can back me up on this). Health nuts have farts that smell like rotten garbage and the Hudson River which technically is kind of the same thing really. But the second I smell it, and I don't breathe in through my nose mind you, I know Elisa is going to make a comment.
"That fucking stinks. You smell that?" she whispers very loudly. I hold back laughter. Leave it to Elisa to say how she feels about the situation out loud. She's completely forward when it comes to her thoughts, I love it. But I don't want to disrupt the class by cracking up so I shoot her a grin. Then we switch positions and the lady lets another SBD rip and once again, Elisa sniffs the air. She giggles a little and I shake my head. It's absolutely impossible to go anywhere with Elisa and not laugh at an inappropriate time. Kind of like the time we all went to see In The Bedroom and there was a certain movie preview she found funny when clearly it shouldn't have been, but I won't go there...
Of course I don't have a yoga mat so I compromise by bringing along a bright orange beach towel. I also wasn't sure what one wears to Pilates so I dress in my surfing pajamas. For the most part, I look like I know what I'm doing here, until I bend over and the person behind me reads "Surf Girl" across the seat of my pants. Yeah, watch out girlfriend. I'm the Pilates guru.
I am surprised to find that this "workout" is actually kind of fun and for once in my life, I'm taking something seriously and not acting like an idiot. The only time I have to stifle a laugh is when I hear Elisa sniff very loudly. I knew it was going to happen, it was only a matter of time before the smell wafted in her direction. The woman in front of us is the typical burnt-out hippie you would find loitering around the bong shops on Pearl Street. She's got straggly brown hair and she's donning about three layers of yoga-wear and I can tell right away she's a vegetarian because her downwind is so foul. It smells like the bathroom outside the rink in the CU rec center (Christine can back me up on this). Health nuts have farts that smell like rotten garbage and the Hudson River which technically is kind of the same thing really. But the second I smell it, and I don't breathe in through my nose mind you, I know Elisa is going to make a comment.
"That fucking stinks. You smell that?" she whispers very loudly. I hold back laughter. Leave it to Elisa to say how she feels about the situation out loud. She's completely forward when it comes to her thoughts, I love it. But I don't want to disrupt the class by cracking up so I shoot her a grin. Then we switch positions and the lady lets another SBD rip and once again, Elisa sniffs the air. She giggles a little and I shake my head. It's absolutely impossible to go anywhere with Elisa and not laugh at an inappropriate time. Kind of like the time we all went to see In The Bedroom and there was a certain movie preview she found funny when clearly it shouldn't have been, but I won't go there...