Yoga. Nap. Sick. Ugh. Vegas!
Slept late.
Felt like serious crapola.
Taught yoga at 12:30.
Came home and took cold medicine.
Passed out.
Woke up after an hour.
Felt worse.
Told Mauro “I think we should go to Vegas Monday and stay up all night and gamble and walk around and be totally stupid.”
Shockingly, he agreed.
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Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★