Wanderlust Day 2: Hippie Weirdness is ALIVE

Wanderlust Day 2: Hippie Weirdness is ALIVE

I woke up bright and early at 6:15am all ready to go, but since I’m a total slow poke in the morning, I didn’t actually leave my hotel at until around 7:30. I got breakfast up the road which was a freaking BOMB latte and an everything bagel. You know what they say: Be the full fat latte in the sea of low-fat soy chai. … or something like that. Anyway, at 10am I went to a lecture from Sarah Copeland which I expected to be incredibly lame (just tellin’ you the truth!) and ended up being really great. I’ll be writing all about the interview I had with her over on Lululemon’s blog later this weekend, but for now I’ll tease you with this: the name of her lecture was based on her new book and called “Have Your Cake and Your Veggies Too. And as you know, any woman who’s a friend of cake is a friend of mine, so needless to say, it was awesome. The rest of my day was spent defacing public property 😉 And then masterfully crafting my disguise as a hippie. Now they’ll never know it was me 😉 I’ve been hennaed: Face-painted: And tatted up with these babies: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been assimilated. I crashed at the hotel until a farm-to-table dinner which was a culinary experience from the master herself, Sarah Copeland. I tried to be stealthy and not take a million very obvious pictures all night, but here’s a sneak peak: Homemade local charcuterie including pate, dried fruit, various cheeses, and fruit preserves, and pickled veggies. Seriously my...
#badyogi does Wanderlust – Day 1

#badyogi does Wanderlust – Day 1

Can I be really honest here? I’m at Wanderlust in Vermont and I’ve spent the entire day walking around exploring the grounds, checking out classes and people watching. And all day it took every single fiber in my being not to silently make fun of every single one of these people; they aren’t really your average class-going yogis, either. They’re ultra dedicated to the cause: I’m talking barefoot, dreadlocked, body painted, hennaed, kombucha-loving hippies (and I do mean that in the nicest way possible, of course). I, on the other hand, don’t exactly fit with these people. Obviously. I mean, I call myself the bad yogi and I don’t know how much more contrarian it can get after that, haha. Maybe like the meth cooking yogi? Too far, ok moving on… Anyway, so I ate a freaking delicious meal but when I ordered I’m pretty sure I could physically feel the daggers being shot in my direction because I ordered the only item on the menu with bacon. Go figure! After dinner I was supposed to go to this party called the Wanderlust Spectacular, which was basically a cirque du soleil -esque performance punctuated by random dancing. Now, let me stop here because you probably don’t know that I don’t dance in public, lol. Actually, let me clarify: I just don’t dance alone in public. If I was with someone, then sure, but flyin’ solo? That just feels awkward! BUT! As I looked around in my total jerky, judgmental mood, I started seeing these people dancing like they didn’t even care if anyone was looking at them funny. They...