- Swing dancing.
- Improve comedy show.
- Dinner and a movie.
Now, before you go calling me anti-social, I should tell you that I have two parties to go to on Saturday (one afternoon, one evening), one neighborhood business "opening night" to attend and a morning walking tour. That would be four social events in one day, which is about three over my limit. I may drop the walking tour, but the other three are firm.
So, as much as I want to go swing dancing, the thought of being friendly and dealing with the scary guys and possibly having sore feet (everything is a little sore since stopping the super-duper anti-inflammatories) is a bit overwhelming and I'm voting for the movie tonight. A couple of hours alone in air-conditioned bliss, eating candy or popcorn and enjoying a really stupid movie? I can't think of anything I'd rather do.
Want to hear a funny story?. Last night, in an effort to be social, and take advantage of my week off from rowing, I went to a happy hour. (The week off from rowing was self-declared. I decided I needed a week of restful inactivity to recover from my vacation. My general achy-ness, and a plethora of social options this week, made it an easy decision.) You know that story where someone shows up at a party the night before or the night after or a week later? That's what I did.
I arrived at the happy hour location at 7:30pm, an hour after the start time, when I figured things would be in full swing. I walked into the Gallery Place venue, searching the faces at the bar for a familiar one and BAM, the lights went out. You may not know that there was a blackout in the Chinatown area Thursday night from sometime after 7:30pm to 1:15am. I stuck around a little longer, since the emergency lights came on, looking for my friends. I couldn't find them so I thought, "time for plan B!" and I hoofed it to the movie theater. But guess what? The power was out there too. I gave up and got on the bus home. About five blocks away we were out of the dead zone and there was plenty of power in my neighborhood.
I sent the hostess of the happy hour an apologetic email for missing her and today she wrote back, also apologetically, that the happy hour is scheduled for NEXT Thursday. Whoops. I don't think I've ever done that before. I had to laugh.
Hmm, maybe after my movie adventure tonight, I'll stop in at one of my new (sort of) neighborhood bars. Could be interesting.
Happy weekending, everyone.
Grateful for: Friday nights alone.
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