Wed., Jan. 20, 7:20-8:45 p.m. and Wed., Feb. 3, 7:20-8:45 p.m. 2016
Prior to this class, my favorite way to go to yoga was to tell people I was going to yoga and instead go to a bar next to the yoga studio. In addition to being a die-hard yoga avoider, I tend to be an anxious, overly analytical stoner, which made the thought of doing stoned yoga with a bunch of strangers exceptionally terrifying.
Rather than being terrifying, the experience is an impossibly welcoming one. The kitchen is stocked with tea and snacks, everything you need to do yoga that you would definitely forget if left to your own devices is provided, and Joel the instructor does his utmost to create the most nonjudgmental, "it's okay to suck at yoga" environment possible.
My previous experience with yoga only confirmed what I already knew: A lifetime of skateboarding was a poor choice. My ankles sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies right after you pour milk on them and my hip flexors don't really flex, among other woes. Being stoned, rather than making me a paranoid wreck, made all those hurty things hurt less and allowed me to have the relaxing, melt-into-the-floor kind of experience that all my yoga-loving friends rave about. It only took 10 years and some strong weed, but I finally get it. TOBIAS COUGHLIN-BOGUE
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