Time to Chill-um
It wasn’t a particularly hard yoga class, but the room was scorching hot and the instructor held some of the poses for so long. Utkatassana for two minutes?
Margo turns her M6’s AC to its highest setting. She swears and sighs. She doesn’t really want to meet Kate for brunch. She’s got binge-watching to do. She opens her glove compartment, reaches in, fishes around. Her stomach grumbles. Eggs, coffee, and some form of carbs actually sounds damn good, even if it means having to hear about Kate’s Aussie adventures with the living man bun.
Found it. Her Wandering Bud ceramic chillum, her favorite piece, still ⅔ packed with the Strawberry Cough from Jon. She opens her window and take a pull. The sunlight beams off the gold etching surrounding the chillum’s bowl end. Now with a bit of wear, it somehow looks even more like it was meant to.
Still 15 minutes before brunch.
Are yoga pants too casual?
She takes another pull…