Dignity?

You would all be proud of me tonight, I was on my way to pre-natal yoga and spotted David Caruso, the lead detective on CSI Miami, patiently waiting outside the Lush store next to my yoga studio. Just as I started to second guess myself on his star status, he was approached by a fan who started bombarding Mr. Caruso with questions about his upcoming work, to which the celeb pulled a pre-signed square piece of paper out of his pocket and said he needed to “take this call”, pointing to his cell that wasn’t ringing I smiled at him, walked on by and felt somewhat dignified for leaving this man in peace.

My dignity didn’t last long though, when at yoga, I struggled to stand on one leg with my lopsided shape and kindly declined to do the handstand move that looked way out of my league. At the end of each class, we pause in silence with the lights dimmed for reflection and meditation. Apparently I still had my cell phone on, because my ringtone of Fergie & Daddy Yankee’s Impacto blared through the yoga studio. I just laid there and hoped that no one knew which purse was singing “
You know what happens when I step into the place; Fergalicious for the ones who get a taste; But they know I ain’t promisciuous; The way I shake it up in this; The ladies don’t know real from the fake; You got a problem? Come and say it to my face!; You got a problem? Come and say it in my face!; Fergie-Ferg make an impact; Imma pull ya wig back; Fellas like the way I move my waist