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I'm a bad yogi. And a fire tiger (1986).
Dumping my shit here because Facebook is too proper.

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Brutally honest, somewhat shameless, schnauzer-obsessive tomboy with a Berkeley psych degree. 200 RYT Vinyasa Flow Instructor.

  • 7th
  • September
  • 2014
A girl and her Shibas. (at Watermark On The Hudson)

A girl and her Shibas. (at Watermark On The Hudson)

  • 5th
  • September
  • 2014

Was called out at 12:30 pm est.
There by 1:25
too LA-timid to get the doorman’s attention.
By 1:45, he was kissing my ass and escorting me in.
2 AM, the showrunner (my client) arrives.
We kiss cheeks and catch up. She pets me.
2:30 I attempt to leave. More bottles are brought. I stay 15 minutes longer just to say goodbye to everyone.
2:35 I hop into a yellow taxi. He’s a dick and yells at me for not knowing where I’m going even though I told him I am not from New York.
2:50 I get out and tip him $40 for a shitty $8 cab ride to the wrong spot. He feels terrible, chases crazy people that started following me away.
2:55 a new crazy that looks harmless attempts to schmooze me.
3:10 a limo driver “saves” me by offering me a ride to get me away from the “dangerous creeper.”
3:20 limo driver drops me home a mile away and says the ride is free. I give him $50. He tells me not to talk to random young hipster New Yorkers because they all think they’re a character in Girls. I agree.
3:35 I write this post.

  • 4th
  • September
  • 2014
:0( bye guys, see you soon. Be good boys and listen to grandma and grandpa.

:0( bye guys, see you soon. Be good boys and listen to grandma and grandpa.

Flight leaves for nyc in an hour and I have gotten 3 hours of sleep, still working, can’t seem to get my shit together or figure out what to bring. I packed half a suitcase full of yoga clothes before I realized I wasn’t being practical.

Also gave dogs haircuts.

And took care of my parents and stocked their fridge.

Get your shit together yogi

  • 29th
  • August
  • 2014

So grateful for this long weekend. I planned nothing. I hope for yoga, family and dog time, sleep, and shopping. The calm before the storm that is New York Fashion Week.

  • 23rd
  • August
  • 2014
  • 20th
  • August
  • 2014

We somehow end up practicing next to each other. Randomly. Once every two weeks or so, I would end up next to him in a room that can fit 200 yogis. He is strong and reminds me to slow down. I am flexible and remind him to breathe. For months we continued to practice this way in silence, simply smiling at each other afterwards. I never thought about him outside of practice. Until today.

Today I came back to Larchmont for the first time in over a month. And I had the most blissful, intense, focused practice. And as we walked out, he introduced me to his grandfather, who was patiently waiting for him to drive him around town after practice. And he kissed me on the stairs. In front of everyone and no one. My senior teacher was smiling.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so surprised by a man in my life.

His name is Josh. He lives in Silverlake. He is 30. He is a yogi. He’s kind of stereotypically hipster gorgeous, the exact not-type I never look for. He has a bright spirit. It lights up the room when he smiles. Curly brown hair. Hazel eyes.

He is smart. He has never been creepy. I don’t know his last name and he doesn’t know mine. The kiss was so organic I needed to write about it, because few things in this world come without motive or attachment. And this was beautifully spontaneous, unglamorous, real.

  • 18th
  • August
  • 2014

My yoga is a physical, mental and spiritual practice. And it guides me towards the best me I wish to be.

I connect with people who feel the same way about their “practice.”

  • 12th
  • August
  • 2014

Money Trees

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PP:</b> You can't buy love Tony.<p><b>TS:</b> I can. You would be surprised Pepper.<p><b>PP:</b> Maybe a basic golddigging bitch's. But I have everything I could want. You can't buy mine.<p><b>TS:</b> Not conventionally, no. That's why I have to have you.<p><b>PP:</b> You are a mad man.<p><b>TS:</b> Name your price. I can afford it.<p><b>PP:</b> Ah... so we're at an impasse. Wine cup game?<p><b>TS:</b> *laughing* You are fucking stubborn. Fine. Let's order pizza. Don't fucking dare put your pants on.<p><b>PP:</b> See? Three things we can agree on.<p>
  • 9th
  • August
  • 2014
Bye Felicia. (at McCarran International Airport)

Bye Felicia. (at McCarran International Airport)

  • 8th
  • August
  • 2014
My version of a juice cleanse.  (at The Palazzo Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas)

My version of a juice cleanse. (at The Palazzo Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas)

Just one of the many reasons why I will never go back to iPhone. #basic #didyouforgetyourmofi #myphoneneverdies

Just one of the many reasons why I will never go back to iPhone. #basic #didyouforgetyourmofi #myphoneneverdies

  • 7th
  • August
  • 2014

He told me he loved me and he gave me a choice. He was the alpha male out of all the alpha males I’ve known. Tony Stark in Korean-American-Hollywood form. And I said “no.”

  • 6th
  • August
  • 2014
PCH night drives with my boys in a black Prius. This is all I wanted &lt;3

PCH night drives with my boys in a black Prius. This is all I wanted <3

  • 4th
  • August
  • 2014
My shit got fucked and missed my 8 AM flight home. But my makeshift office is better than the real thing. ;)  (at Frontera by Rick Bayless at Chicago O&#8217;Hare Airport Terminal 1)

My shit got fucked and missed my 8 AM flight home. But my makeshift office is better than the real thing. ;) (at Frontera by Rick Bayless at Chicago O’Hare Airport Terminal 1)