Day 36: Home is where the laughter is

Tonight was 7pm with Marc up at Summerlin. Second time ever taking his class. Loved him the first time and tonight he didn't disappoint. I got there pretty early. I ran an errand after work, and instead of going home, I headed on up to the studio. The owner, Stephanie was working the front desk, the lobby quiet. The 5pm class was not even done the standing series yet, that's how early I was. Stephanie kept me company for awhile and it was nice to get to talk to her one on one. I don't know her all that well, aside from taking her classes in the way past at the old studio. Turns out she's got one heck of a sense of humor! Love her! I was peeking in the window at the students taking the 5pm and I said to her "Is that Jason (instructor) with his feet up against the door, practically coming out of the room?" She laughed and said "probably, he's dramatic". We both got a good chuckle out of that. Fast forward to the yogis coming out of the 5pm, red faced, dripping, tired. By this time Marc was in the lobby too. The "Jason's feet on the door" came up and we were all laughing. Then Stephanie came out from behind the front desk and demonstrated something funny Jason has been doing in second part of awkward lately. This kind of arm swinging thing to regain balance. Think: windmill with left arm. It was so funny, we were all dying. Jason was a great sport about it and was laughing with us. There I was, dressed in yoga gear, hair pulled back, no makeup on, eyes crinkled with laughter a huge smile on my face and I felt like I was home. Just like the old days when Reggi, Christian, the rest of the regulars and I would cut up in the lobby before class at the old studio. Home is where the yoga is....home is where the laughter is.....