May Stuff

Here is my partial summer reading pile: 

  here is an unfortunately delicious cocktail called There can be only one: 

  12 year old scotch, a dollop of honey, lemon juice, shake and pour over ice and that fancy lemon burn slice is garnish.

Also, let’s not rain on the parade of the person who just discovered Ashtanga and is repeating all the discoveries and the questions and the comments that we made/heard way back in the day. It is as petty as smirking at the person that just heard or found your favorite for those in the know artist. That sense of superiority means the yoga is only half working.