Day 109: Every once in a while, you get to experience middle school gym dances. I wish, fervently, that this was not true, but there it is.
Tonight was Oktoberfest at my gym. I got all fancied up, and showed up around 7. The food was good, but, through a series of socially awkward decisions, I ended up face to face with the dead pig, which, in fact, still had a face. And it was looking at me.
I am, as you well know, a charming young man, but it's nearly impossible to talk over live music (which is why I rarely go to see live music), and it's absolutely impossible to meet new people under these circumstances. And the average age of the event is well north of 60, which I wasn't expecting. And the friends I WAS expecting did not show.
So I'm standing there at the back of the basketball gym, back to the wall, wondering what's next.
And they turned off the lights.
I was IMMEDIATELY back in middle school. Just standing there, no friends, at a dance, no idea what to do.
I assume that you, gentle reader, are above this sort of thing, but it was so familiarly terrible that I died a little inside. Shame, for some reason, rose to the surface, and stamped down every bit of adventure in my soul.
"Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip."
So I threw the whip, hoping something good would happen.
And then I waited.
And he DROPPED THE WHIP.
Now, I could have sat there, in the Aztec temple, and waited to die, but, you know, ADVENTURE!!
I walked out of the gym, dodged the rolling boulder, and headed out to draw portraits of the locals. I spent a lovely evening, and got a lot of weird requests, but I had a great time. People frequently try to throw money at me for this, but, honestly, I do it because I do it, and it's super fun.
And because it means I'm not standing with my back to the wall in the dark gym. Standing in the light is so much better.
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!!
Tonight was Oktoberfest at my gym. I got all fancied up, and showed up around 7. The food was good, but, through a series of socially awkward decisions, I ended up face to face with the dead pig, which, in fact, still had a face. And it was looking at me.
I am, as you well know, a charming young man, but it's nearly impossible to talk over live music (which is why I rarely go to see live music), and it's absolutely impossible to meet new people under these circumstances. And the average age of the event is well north of 60, which I wasn't expecting. And the friends I WAS expecting did not show.
So I'm standing there at the back of the basketball gym, back to the wall, wondering what's next.
And they turned off the lights.
I was IMMEDIATELY back in middle school. Just standing there, no friends, at a dance, no idea what to do.
I assume that you, gentle reader, are above this sort of thing, but it was so familiarly terrible that I died a little inside. Shame, for some reason, rose to the surface, and stamped down every bit of adventure in my soul.
"Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip."
So I threw the whip, hoping something good would happen.
And then I waited.
And he DROPPED THE WHIP.
Now, I could have sat there, in the Aztec temple, and waited to die, but, you know, ADVENTURE!!
I walked out of the gym, dodged the rolling boulder, and headed out to draw portraits of the locals. I spent a lovely evening, and got a lot of weird requests, but I had a great time. People frequently try to throw money at me for this, but, honestly, I do it because I do it, and it's super fun.
And because it means I'm not standing with my back to the wall in the dark gym. Standing in the light is so much better.
Tomorrow, ADVENTURE!!
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