So maybe it wasn't exactly hippiebouge, but it was most definitely San Francisco.
It's finally summer here causing my usually artificially heated donation-based yoga class to be a comfortable 95 degrees by pure sunshine and mat to mat body heat. We always start off class centering with some "oms" and a traditional chant accompanied by a hand drum or two, but the rest of the class could go one of two ways: maintaining that calm meditative state with rhythmic songs in languages I don't know and instruments we don't come across on this side of the world, or party mode. I must say, the latter of the two was welcome on a Monday like today, when I wasn't quite ready to part with the weekend.
The party began with, "No diggity" (which after watching the music video, I am determined to learn the dance). Then disco balls and rotating color lights went on. And to top it all off, reaching forward and twisting into the last part of our warrior series, reverse triangle, the lovely voices of TLC filled the room. "Waterfalls" was an appropriate pick since the rivers from our legs, which had created puddles on our mats, now formed a nice slippery coating on the floor. Somehow I sensed Rusty had that song in his bag of tricks and I know I wasn't the only one singing along.
Before I moved out here I never imagined I would be attending, let alone embrace, "disco yoga," but it really makes those back bends worth it. Plus you pay whatever you want and he gently urges everyone to "go vegan" at the end. What's not to love?
Addendum....Minutes after I wrote this on BART, I heard a flute from outside the train doors. The next thing I know, there is a young man dressed as a goat (thanks to Wikipedia, I learned he must have been channeling the Greek god, Pan) serenading a young gypsy woman carrying a basket of apples. They do their bit on the train. She flutters her eyelids as he tries to woo her with his flute, which at one point took a hip-hop turn. When that does not work, he hops over to serenade a man who just will not lift his head from his book. I'm next, and I can't say I have ever before been wooed by a flute-playing, fake-fur wearing man with horns on his head band, but he certainly made my BART ride worth it. Oh, what will tomorrow bring?
Addendum....Minutes after I wrote this on BART, I heard a flute from outside the train doors. The next thing I know, there is a young man dressed as a goat (thanks to Wikipedia, I learned he must have been channeling the Greek god, Pan) serenading a young gypsy woman carrying a basket of apples. They do their bit on the train. She flutters her eyelids as he tries to woo her with his flute, which at one point took a hip-hop turn. When that does not work, he hops over to serenade a man who just will not lift his head from his book. I'm next, and I can't say I have ever before been wooed by a flute-playing, fake-fur wearing man with horns on his head band, but he certainly made my BART ride worth it. Oh, what will tomorrow bring? 
