-A prof I know showed up and laid her mat close to mine, although there was plenty of space elsewhere. When we lay on our backs and had to spread our arms like a T, we had to scrabble our hands frantically around so our fingers wouldn’t touch.
-The lumpy dude in front of me stripped, and did practice wearing only baggy grey underpants.
-The yoga teacher smiled too much and made cute little gestures with her hands, and thanked us for sharing our time with her.
-She played lame “African” music which sounded like an updated Lion King soundtrack.
Other than this, it was a great practice, and helped me in working off my considerable jet-lag.