At the tail end of an unusually rainy week in Los Angeles, I was once again stuck inside at home with threats of more rain. By 3PM, I'd exhausted my ability to channel my 📝Cabin Fever into productive writing and booked a class at 📝Sweat Yoga. I walked out my front door, all geared up to ride there with 📝Jessica, and was hit with the first drops of rain, but... I was already mentally committed.
By the time I'd made it halfway down the 10 freeway the storm was a complete downpour. Lacking other options, I'd resigned myself to blasting, and grooving to, my music to stay warm and focused on the road. It was at this point that 📝Spotify hit me with the Pina Colada song.
I do love Pina Coladas and I was caught in the rain, but I was on my way to yoga and don’t have a taste for champaign. The serendipity of soundtrack made for an epic class and persisting energy.