ZOOOOOOOOOM goes the weekend

Ya know how a trash compactor will crash, smash and smoosh loads of trash into a tightly compressed cube of, well… trash? In a way, that is how the weekend went – no, it wasn’t trashy. Just really, really, compact!

 

I am thrilled to no end that I completed everything on my “to do” list that I had scheduled for this weekend. Despite it being an aggressive list, somehow, someway, I managed to get in a few extras here and there on top of each and every cross-off – WOOHOO! Happy dance!

 

Highlights for my weekend included:

 

- Shopping and preps for the church charity brunch

- Gardening

- Preps for dinner party later this weekend

- Birthday/costume bash

- Execution of the church brunch

- Completion of my giornea

- Completion of another needlepoint badge for Giles’ heraldic mantle.

- Cutting of calze and capuccio to complete new outfit

 

Of course, I must admit, the absolute BEST part of the weekend involved going line-dancing on Friday. The variety of costumes at the bar cracked me up. Add on the snark-fest that developed between me and my gal-pals. The combination of dances that they played also really rocked. Finally, I am starting to feel somewhat confident about some of the dances – enough so that I am not (at least not every time) thrown by variations that other people do. Yet, the highlight of the evening came from a sudden revelation called to my attention by Kerri. “Hey Joe,” she said. “You know that tall dancer guy that you usually drool over?” “Ya,” I said, choosing not to argue that I do not actually ‘drool’ so much as… um… ‘admire his ability to move so gracefully on the floor’. “Well, he is on the other side of the floor dancing…and he is shirtless.”

 

HOW I managed to not get whiplash, I will never know. And yes, there, on the other side of the floor dressed as a Chipendale dancer, he performed. Tight black pants. Cuffs. A hat. A tie. And that was it.

 

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!

 

Ah… the glories of Halloween.