Saturday, I had a bellydance gig in a beautiful home in Manassas. It was a huge, multigenerational, perfectly decorated, around-the-world-themed bridal shower for a cute lesbian couple. I performed downstairs, in Morocco, but I also enjoyed a cheeky taste of the sangria just outside of Paris, where I waited in hiding for my cue to enter.
Performing at the party was a joy. Perfect audience and environment and the client left me a juicy tip in the envelope with the balance. So classy!
Following that, I met a friend at an anniversary party at Malmaison in Georgetown by the water for Grip the Mat. I’d never heard of the organization, but I figured I’d enjoy a party with a supposedly good DJ (he was good) and complimentary Sweet Green. Coming from my gig, I beat my friend there by about 1/2 an hour, so while I waited, I ate my tiny cup of free Spicy Sabzi salad looked up Grip the Mat online.
Apparently, it’s a company in NY, DC, and Orlando that hosts yoga + social events. They combine yoga class with music, with brunch, with a yacht ride, with an open bar! While I love yoga, and appreciate an open bar, I’m not sure the two go together. I would have to try it to find out.
Detox with yoga and “re-tox” with a few cocktails? Share a toast with new friends in celebration of having completed the day’s yoga practice? What do you think? Is Grip the Mat on to something here? Would you pay $50 to experience one of their events and decide for yourself? How about $250? Have you ever attended a GTM event?
The Grip the Mat anniversary party was cute. There wasn’t any yoga, just a laid back, happy hour-like vibe, with people dancing, drinking, chatting. I personally lost count of how many of those little Spicy Sabzi salad cups (kale, quinoa, carrots, roasted tofu…) I ate. After the first three, I had to start sending people up to the sample table because I was ashamed to have eaten so many.
My friend Crystal is in the black dress with the lace detail. The other two girls are her stylish friends: Amie, in the floral brocade, and Dominique, in the gold sequins. And me? I just have on the knit romper that I threw into my gig bag before my show. I may have been underdressed, but my shoes were to die for.