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    There Will be Yoga 

    "Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling." ~George Gordon, Lord Byron

    Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: I like wine. I like yoga. But, since we’re all friends here, the thing I really enjoy about yoga is the clothing. I will do anything that involves an elastic waist. Nothing like call of stretchy fabric to get me out of bed. There is also a sense of satisfaction when I am out and about in my yoga clothes and I’m like, well, yes, I am dressed like this because it doesn’t cut off my circulation but because I really did just come from yoga.

    Apparently my whole yoga clothes and wine drinking vibe got to a few people because the next thing you know I’m being asked to host a…wait for it…YOGA (cothes) and SANGRIA party during the 10th annual BlogHer conference in San Jose. If you are at the conference please come? Seriously. I have this perpetual fear that I will host a party and no one will show up and so I’m going to need you to come. If you see me standing in the corner awkwardly, well, that’s just how I am at parties. Feel free to say hello. And as my friend Morgan said, get ready to enjoy some social media under the influence.


    But wait! There’s more!

    Prior to the actual event there will be something that is even more right up my alley which can only be described as the most magical Twitter party ever. Grab some sangria (I, obviously recommend the Eppa Sangria for it's deliciousness and it's organic which means that I have an air of superiority while imbibing), throw on your yoga clothes and sit in front of Twitter for an hour. Basically, what you were going to do anyway but do it with me and several other bloggers who garner far more name recognition: Heather Spohr of The Spohrs Are Multiplying, Morgan Shanahan of The 818, and Jenny Ingram of Jenny on the Spot.

    So, to recap:

    1. Twitter Party tomorrow @ 6PM - 7PM PT/ 9PM - 10 PM ET with Me, Heather, Morgan and Jenny
    2. The Eppa Sangria Sundown Soiree sponsored by Eppa Sangria, Whole Foods and Soybu on July 24th in San Jose.

    Got it? Good. See you then.


    The One and Only

    Growing up, this is the story I requested more frequently than most. Though of course my mother will always tell it better but I'll make an attempt:

    My mother was eight on the day that my grandmother brought my aunt home from the hospital. My mother was to attend church with my great aunt and her cousins. Instead of going to church she opted to go out with her brothers and my grandfather to a Long Island beach. Because of course! If the men were allowed to have a beach day then so should she. While out in the Atlantic, one thing led to another and she was caught in a wave, pulled down into the ocean and almost drowned.

    After surviving that ordeal they all went home to my grandparent's house in Queens. My mother, having had enough of the ocean, decided to focus on land-based activity. She decided to head out for a bike ride. Remember that this all happened on the same day; the beach and now a bike ride. She goes out on her bike and is involved in a hit and run where she was the victim. A driver came speeding by and hit her on her bike. She awoke in the hospital with a broken shoulder and leg. She would go on to spend the rest of the summer in a wheelchair.

    So! Today is my mother’s birthday. I'm happy you survived your eighth year and got through a few more.

    Happy Birthday, Peg. I love you the moon and the stars.


    Break Up, Make Up

    "During this particular chat we make Beltway jokes. I can feel his smile and remember the way he used to sit next to me at a restaurant bar. His arm wrapped around the back of my chair as he leaned in and beamed. Everything was an inside joke and by the end of the evening the bartender was a member of our secret club."

    Read more at Tue/Night where I'm talking about break ups and heart break and that time I ate Coldstone Creamery every day for a month.

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