Pimp My Ride

Erica and I are forever talking about how great it would be if someone would pimpify the Goldifox, and we've found what we want: driving downtown one day, an old white boat of a car was next to us, with gold rims, and every square inch was covered in the Louis Vuitton logo. Could there be anything better? Sadly, neither of us had our cameras.

We heard Mascott at our local punk-rock Starbucks, which caused us to call Kendall and squeal like crazy people, and Erica asked the question of the century ("Do ants sleep?") while we sat on the smoking porch, making up convos ("Dude, where'd we park?") for the army of ants marching across the ground.

Have Mom, Will Travel

For Mother's Day weekend, the Momlet and I drove down to Fayetteville, Arkansas to see Desikachar's son, Kausthub, who was doing a workshop on cakras and nadis. India came rushing back to me: there was a Mr. METY type (Sanskrit showoff!), and Todd, one of the yoga groupies who I met at KYM, was traveling with Kausthub as his, well, I don't know, facilitator?

A ringer for the GWLE kept saying things like, "I'm just enjoying your humble and joyful presence!" to which Kausthub responded, "I am humble? No, I am the greatest!" and for that, we love him. Well, and also because he recognized me from India, which made me feel special. Speaking of special, when we went around and introduced ourselves, the fact that we were a mother-daughter duo caused everyone to clap. Aw!

The other great Kausthub quote of the weekend: "Asanas are sexy." Meow.

Should you find yourself in Fayetteville, take a class at the Yoga Room, the studio that sponsored Kausthub's appearance.

The Answer is Never

A few crappy weeks in a row and I lost my mojo. Bigtime. Erica offered me reassurance with "I have a smoking room and the new British Elle and Vogue," which, when it comes to cheering me up, does the trick, but doesn't deal with the nagging issues. And I fell down the stairs and sprained my wrist, and had several Big Conversations that only resulted in making me alternate between sad and angry. I prefer neither.