flamboyant yogis and hurt feelings

morning class was great. it was taught by a french guy, one of the owners of the paris studios. he was doing it french style. that's what he said. whatever that means. oh, he did do one of sets of triangle pose in french.

through the nauseating monotony of yoga camp, i find myself daydreaming alot. daydreaming of white sandy beaches with crystal clear blue waters. palm trees. waterfalls. lush green mountains. isolated by the pacific ocean. like hawaii. sometimes i laugh at all the yoga camp dramas, very skillfully performed by many yogis. roommate dramas. romance dramas. comedy-romance dramas. here i am, with 300 other people. at a 9 week yoga camp. middle of the 8th week. locked inside strange rooms from morning to evening and told what to do. same things over and over again, until you start to daydream. and then you daydream about more mundane things like what to do this weekend? a group of us will be going to a quiet beach on the northeast part of oahu. cold beer and bbq. at the beach. not a bad change of scenery.

so the dramas are not limited to yoga campers. the yoga camp counselors, staff and visiting, are themselves a bit bored doing the same thing for 8 weeks. take for example: flamboyant gay asian guy from l.a. (who was a hairdstylist in his previous life, visiting teacher. or faculty as he and bikram say. he facilitated our evening posture clinic (the time alotted for you to perform the instructions for poses). he's a bit of a dramatist. while he was specifically addressing one student about a previous injury of the student that was affecting her postures. so a couple of people were having hushed, but audible, conversations. and he blew up. what was being said was very important. you could learn something. you're wasting my time. so why am i wasting my time? he's right, it's rude to talk through the clinic. but for crying outloud, give me a break. so began his tirade of ego masturbation. and he decided we would perform and he would give a very quick, dry and tearse commentary on our performance. but 3 performances later, he just couldn't stay quick, dry and tearse. and he goes as far as to explain why he had a little temper tantrum. and then he blamed it on us campers. because we hurt his feelings. anyhow, in the end, the flamboyant yogi stopped his temper tantrum and returned to his flamboyant self in his aloha hot pants (aloha like really bright aloha shirts, but they are pants...really, really tight pants). peace was restored in the land of yogis. order returned to the world.