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.