Meditation and Martinis

Yesterday was my birthday. No, really, like my actual birthday. It was also the first day of a two-week yoga course I’m taking at the KYM. The course requires rising before the sun, so I wasn’t my usual party-all-night self.

OK, OK, I wasn’t my usual party-until-11ish self.

But it was a swell birthday, made sweller by watermelon martinis and sangria, and capped by a conga line of waiters bearing chocolate mousse.