Question: What do all these things have in common?
hard physical labor, McDonalds, back pain, head pain, White Castle, salsa dancing, line dancing, men my parent’s age, potluck, and True Blood
Answer: Me. They were all involved in my evening last night
Yesterday Emily, my single partner in crime, and I went to a “singles night” at a local food bank in order to mingle with new, unmarried people and fulfill our sense of community service by filling boxes of non-perishable food for senior citizens. It started early so we jetted from work to downtown only stopping by McDonalds for a quick snack and giant iced tea on the way. After signing in and slapping on a “my name is…” name tag (and yes I used my real name) we got right to work. I expected to be putting cans and dry goods into large boxes, but I didn’t expect to be in a warehouse cutting open skids and toting heavy boxes of canned goods around. I think my chiropractor is going to flay me next time she sees me. In the process of working in the warehouse I conked my head enough times that I thought I may have concussed myself. Oh, yeah and my feet got stuck in the pallet a LOT! We did this for about an hour and fifteen minutes straight. Enter the back pain!
We broke at 7ish for a dinner break (which I didn’t realize there was – hence the potluck reference). During dinner I managed to offend the women sitting across from me when I told what I thought was a hilarious story involving a minister and unintended sexual innuendo. Seriously, this woman got up and left not only the table but the event. Anyway, Emily and I thought there would be more boxing after dinner so we stuck around. What came next was a bit shocking – group salsa dancing! I love to dance, but can you say “awkward!” All the men were either my parent’s age or were of the Wookie variety (crazy ass back hair popping out of t-shirts). Oh, and did I mention the men were really bossy? Ugh. So there are Emily and I trying to be gracious with these guys who really can’t dance, but take “leading” to a whole new level…Anyway, line dancing came next (who line dances when not inebriated??), which was better because at least there was no touching involved. After the dancing we were done. There were a few more boxes to finish, but Emily and I were DONE! Luckily we had coupons for free sliders, so we commenced with the munching.
When I got home I opened up my recent purchase of True Blood and ended the evening on a vampire note.
The moral is I won’t find a date at the food bank, but it was a riot, and I did a useful community service, so at the end of the day it was worth it. Plus I got a funny story out of it and the priceless memory of watching emily get stepped on by Mike (her would-be new BFF), and dance with a man a foot shorter…hee hee. No doubt she has similar memories as well…
Loved it!
Ah well, the night sounds like a good time all around to this new (stuck at home all the damn time) mama!
Oh and did you buy season 1 of true blood…because I am contemplating getting it from the library but just can’t decide if I have the time to commit to one more season on anything on dvd…boo
Sigh. Why do people always confuse friendliness with flirting? If I’ve learned one thing, it’s never be nice to anyone.
It’s been about 40 years since I hit the date scene. Thanks for reminding me what I am missing. FYI, in my case, those creatures with the hairy backs were women. I genuinely love your blog and am always thrilled when the RSS light is on for Abridged Adventures.
FYI No. 2, look for a package of “Social Media” materials I am using for the Lesic Camper retreat a week from Friday. You know you are more than welcome to join me at Malabar Farms up in Mansfield if your vacation plans have changed.
And keep making the summer of ‘09 a memorable one.
Well, that’s why I couldn’t reach you last night to delight you with the further escapades of the three little kittens who eat on our deck. Sounds like a good time was had by all.