The Most Yuppie Thing
happened to me this afternoon. Just awful.
I went to a noon Core Power Yoga Sculpt class* (and Mother Fucker are those things difficult. Ohmygod ohmygod. Its like the most bastardized version of yoga wanted to make sure you know how weak you are)
And the music was just this horrible remixed versions of pop songs (which I happen to love unfortunately)
and while we were doing these agonizing ab things, they played a Dillon Francis song. And I had an MDMA flashback to last NYE when he played Decadence, the big EDM show.
*in case your wondering who goes to noon yoga class, it's every Cherry Creek finance guy who works from home, and also women of undetermined profession














