What do normal single girls do on Saturday nights in Los Angeles? Get laid? Get drunk? Get wild?
Not me. I do two hours of yoga. IN A ROW. By the end of it, I was completely soaked head to toe, bright red, looking hot as shit I'm sure. I bet the trio of ripped shirtless dudes around me in my second class were just drooling over my deliciously scented self.
And now I'm going to eat a Cadbury creme egg.
'Cause I DESERVE IT.