So I'll write about last weekend.
Friday:
The second-ish day of the winter chill. I almost blanked on what I did after work but then I remembered, the same thing I do every Friday after work…deadlifts. I love that I've been able to be so consistent about weight lifting that it's not really an option at this point, it's just a part of my routine.
Anyhow. Deadlifts and then I went home to change and broke out my first wear of what I call, Connecticut Camo.
***Takes a break to eat a short rib while writing blog***
Where were we?
Connecticut Camo.
It's the jacket, it's got little barns and houses on it .
The weight lifting has shifted me into a wide-leg only movement. I can't imagine stretching skinny jeans over my absolute ham hocks these days.
I won't do it.
I rebuke thee skinny jeans.
After I comfortably settled my ham hocks, I headed to Living Arts Gallery (lovingly called living farts) to attend the OK So story slam.
My first introduction to Ok So was at the story slam in April where all the monthly winners go head to head. It's a friendly story telling competition with a monthly theme. It's a very interesting event and I'm grateful to have been introduced to something out of my ordinary.
I might just tell a story one day…until then, I just study. Much like my interaction with stand up comedy, I go and watch, knowing that one day, it'll be me…after the meat is marinated so-to-say.
I just like things that are different, they don't even have to be good. Thankfully Ok So is great but regarding some of the other things I “check out”…I just appreciate variance in a world that recommends congruency.
Anyhow the story slam was great, I officially met someone that I see often out and about. After the story slam I took myself to dinner at the Tavern.
Taking myself to dinner is one of my favorite hobbies. I'm not going to feel bad about that, it's great to do what you want, when you want.
I ordered the Angry Mac and had a glass of wine. I did so knowing that there's no way that I could eat that much cheese but it was the only thing calling at the time. And for the record it should be illegal to sell that amount of cheese, but what do I know, I'm just your Instagram doctor.
I ate a little off the top and the fella a few chairs down sparked up convo. I offered him my leftovers and he took the bait.
I wish this part was more common, I'm always looking for a random man to eat my leftovers. I just hate to waste food tbh. Leftover Mac would not save very well and…I wasnt sure where this night would take me.
We started talking, the leftover boy and I. New in town and full of random and questionable stories…a delight.
I had decided that the night required dancing. I love to dance, I just can't help it!
So we went to my dance plug, if you will, St. Virus.
And we danced as you would expect. Other more random things happened with strangers and also old friends on the dance floor but 🤭…I keep some secrets.
Then I went home, alone, as preferred.
There's a song I'll link.
Here…
All of that excitement..and on a Friday.
Bless.