Requiem

On Saturday night I went to hear the Toronto Symphony Orchestra's performance of Mozart's Requiem at the Roy Thomson Hall. It would have been Mozart's 251st birthday, but we listened to his funeral music. It was really something. The large choir's bellowing of the Latin prayers gave me shivers, and the orchestra sounded quite impressive in the grand venue. The Requiem was preceded by Mozart's Clarinet Concerto, which was a great lead-in, with its playful yet subtly dark melodies.

Hot Yoga

So I was finally convinced by my significant other to swallow my pride and put aside my misguided machismo and finally accompany her to a hot yoga class at the Moksha Yoga studio at Richmond and Strachan.


Sure, I was one of only two guys in the room of almost 30, but I must say I rather enjoyed the experience. The room was extremely hot, and I was sweating more than I ever had before. Sweat was literally pouring from my head, which I found very enjoyable in that "boy I am really pushing the envelope here" sort of way. I could only do about half the poses, because the pace that the class was keeping was too much for me, so I required frequent breathers, lest I pass out and embarass myself and my girlfriend.

So the whole thing went quite well. Afterwards, I had that glowing post-exercise feeling of accomplishment. The only discomfort stemmed from the fact that I hadn't brought a change of underwear, which were completely soaked in sweat.

After the class, we stopped by One of a Kind Pasta & Grill for some dinner. I had the shrimp curry which was quite good. Overall, a great place to eat and spend some time, just a great all-around vibe. Wearing soaking wet briefs detracts somewhat from the enjoyment, but I used my imagination.