Tuesday, May 22
I contemplated a trip on the monorail to downtown Las Vegas for some real yoga today, but decided to embrace the teacher within and practice in our hotel room this morning.
I used my 15% teacher discount and stocked up on necessities. Like the Heatwave swim racer bikini and monokini, useful today in this dripping-while-still 103 degrees. (The bathing suits were the only non-yoga buy, and I actually did my morning yoga in the bikini with the absolutely lovely Manifesto long sleeve sheer top over it. Picked up the always wonderful and long-wearing Wunder Under crop and Power Vinyasa Crop.) But this isn’t about my admiration and appreciation for Lululemon’s clothing and gear.
It’s reversible, too!
On my walk back to the hotel last night, I had a ball. All by myself. Again, the smorgasbord of sights: crazy, beautiful, drunken abandon, dancing, someone being hauled away in handcuffs, live bands, flamingo girls, sex-sex-sex, people carrying their large drinks (alcoholic) out on the streets, blinking/flashing/pulsating lights, opulence, feats of architecture and capitalism, peaks at the poverty behind the curtain (that’s the really sad part)…
Carnival of crazy, sexy, not-so-sexy, and everything in between.
Traveled light, and took all pictures with the iPhone — often using Instagram, as well.
- Ray J hospitalized near Las Vegas for exhaustion (seattletimes.nwsource.com)
- Meditating on Alignment. (elephantjournal.com)