Although I spend my fair share of time at the gym, I must confess, I never developed a fondness for yoga. My gym has free classes, but I’d sooner lick a bus stop than sit though an hour of lotus pose set to Southeast Asia-style hippie tunes. I don’t want to hug the earth or feel the child’s pose. I just want to listen to some Fugazi and sweat out last night’s boozy indiscretions.

I guess in an effort to get yoga to man up (or nerd up), You Will Not Believe has come up with a “Star Wars” themed yoga system. I’m not duped by this obvious ruse though. Whether it’s “downward facing wookie” or “downward dog”, I’d rather spend my afternoon on the treadmill thanks.

Speaking of boozy indiscretions, $5 Dos Equis yards at Woody’s Rum Bar in Fells Point tonight. I’m there!