Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Brevity is rarely my strong suit

So. Wow. I got nothin'. A full week yet again, and no stories for you? Nope. No stories. Only bullets. Here we go.
  • Saturday I participated in a pub crawl in my neighborhood. Except instead of being called a pub crawl, it was called a pub mosey. I'm still not sure what the difference is between a crawl and a mosey. A mosey would be faster than a crawl, right? I don't think it was any faster, but it did seem more meandery, go-at-your-own-pace than a typical pub crawl. Maybe that's the difference between a crawl and a mosey. Then again, I've never actually participated in an "official" pub crawl, so I may have no idea what I'm talking about and may have based that theory only on the fact that the last crawl I observed whilst out and about involved a "round-up and move on" whistle to keep everybody strictly on task. So maybe I'm just saying the pub mosey was not led by Captain Von Trapp. Is that the difference? Who knows.

  • I really thought that for once my bullet points of randomness would be short ones. I'll work on that.

  • Towards the end of said mosey, I may have made out with a stranger. In public. Because I am klassy like that. And also, apparently, 25. Well done, self. If I tell you he was Australian, that makes it all OK, right? Everything sounds charming and intelligent with an Australian accent. That's a written rule, right? Surely the Australian accent forgives all sins.

  • I realize few things are less interesting than blogging about the weather, but if autumn were a human, I would be filing a Missing Person's Report. We went directly from 80-degree days to furnace-on, sub-40s. It has also snowed two out of the past three days. Snow. In the first half of October. Even for Minnesota, that is absurd, and I am not handling it well. Frankly, I am cranky and depressed and would very much like to hide inside in my yoga pants until the sun comes out again. I am being a petulant four-year-old about it, crying, "No fair" every time I go outside. Fall is my favorite, and early winter is ruining it. Boo.

  • Goodreads informed me via email today that I have been reading David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas for 83 days now. I should probably notify Goodreads (and my sidebar) that I have actually all but completely abandoned Cloud Atlas because it has all but completely bored me nonstop. Has anyone else actually read that one? Can someone tell me why it's gotten such favorable reviews? Because I have given it more than a fair chance, and it has not delivered. Time to listen to Nancy Pearl and move on.

  • Yet another long nearly forgotten member the class of '92 has decided to Facebook-friend me. This time it was my first serious crush of high school, the boy I am a little mortified to remember crying over while I listened to Phil Collins's Groovy Kind of Love on constant repeat. What I neglected to mention when I wrote about him in that "Five songs..." post was that I actually ran into him at a bar in our hometown about ten years ago, at which point I laughed about my ridiculous unrequited crush and he countered by asking me out. For real. As in, "You're not getting out of this bar without agreeing to a date with me." His confidence was almost admirable, given that he was, at the time, working at a factory and still living in his parents' house, but shockingly, his brown eyes didn't have the same hold on me anymore. If his Facebook profile is any indication, his brain wouldn't either. You know how sometimes people say things both happen and don't happen for a reason? How maybe sometimes the greatest gift is an unanswered prayer? Without going into too much detail (i.e., without ripping apart his Facebook page), let's just say I'm really glad that one didn't work out. I'm glad that one never became my first love, or my high school sweetheart, or my first husband. I'm glad of that. Really.

  • Remember how I said I was going to type short bullets? I was lying, obviously.

  • I noticed in the gym locker room today that my kickboxing instructor has the same weird toe thing that I have. Shockingly, my mental goalie blocked something for once, and I did not actually say, "Hey! We're mutant toe sisters!" I am seemingly the only "regular" in that class whose name she does not know. I've thought perhaps I should remedy that with a casual, "I'm Stefanie, by the way" someday. Having her know me as "Stefanie" would be fine with me. Having her know me as "That crazy girl who was looking at my toes" is not.

  • Speaking of classes and bearing toes in public, I am taking a trampoline class! I have been to only one at this point, but so far, it is exactly as fun as it sounds. That is, if jumping on a trampoline for an hour a week sounds fun to you (and WHY WOULDN'T IT???). This is actually probably the most interesting thing in this list so far (to me, anyway), and yet, I have no idea what you might want to know about it. Trampoline class questions, anyone? Let's have a Q&A.

22 comments:

-R- said...

The fact that he was Australian does make the make out even much, much better, not that it would be bad otherwise.

Trampoline class questions: it is one big trampoline, or does everyone have their own tiny trampoline? Is it really bouncy or just a little bit bouncy (like do you do flips on it or just jog a little bit)?

3carnations said...

The nice thing about your stranger encounter is NOT living in the town you grew up in, isn't it? Because, running into one of your parents' friends in the middle of something like that would be pretty awkward, wouldn't it?

I saw on my biggest high school crush's myspace page that he married the girl he broke up with me for and they have have a 16 year old daughter (I'm also class of '92, do the math :-) ). Also comments hinting at alcoholism. So...yeah. All things for a reason.

togethertheycome said...

I'm in that same whiny place you are about Fall. We have not seen a flake here as of yet, but the threat is there almost daily this week and I'm very mad about it, because as you said, winter is ruining my fall and fall is also my fave. I want to be outside in the nice crisp weather with some sunshine damn it!

Oh Oh Oh!!! A trampoline class!!! I'm so jealous! I love trampolines and after reading R's comment, that is a good question, I hope it's individual tramps (or one big tramp would be fine too because you could work on bouncing off someone you didn't care for, like someone who would be sportin' the Olivia Newton John look in her video Let's Get Physical). Do you make up routines? Routines you could do for friends if asked? And is there music to the bounce? Sqeeee!

badger reader said...

Making out in public with a stranger? I would never make klassy judgments. I am actually quite impressed (and jealous of the accent) because I am so not that brave, even on a pub mosey with liquid confidence.

I am with -R- and curious about the trampoline setups. If it is really just those little round jobs from the 80s, please lie to us. I picture a giant warehouse with huge trampolines and everyone getting rowdy while some instructor with a megaphone is trying to teach new jumping moves. Have you learned new jumping moves?

Jess said...

The fact that you referred to him as a possible "first" husband means that it is definitely, absolutely great that you did not marry him.

NGS said...

But the snow was sooo pretty. It's like we were living in a snow globe. Yay for snow in October. (You snow haters are confusing to me. That is all.)

nancypearlwannabe said...

Okay: Australians = hot. Trampolines = fun. You = my hero.

Monkey said...

"Groovy Kind of Love." Ha! The only bright spot thus far in this dismal day.

And I really hope your trampoline is the kind they use in the circus and that you are wearing a waist harness and doing flips. Because that- would be awesome! And that is how I choose to imagine you, twirling through the air, right beneath a trapeze.

3carnations said...

Oh! and regarding Groovy Kind of Love, I "performed" that song at Disneyworld with my then-stepsister in one of those video booths. I hope my dad has lost/burned the VHS tape of her and me singing that song...Me in my green with gray polka dots Gap shorts. If I remember the shorts, they were THAT bad. The singing? No better.

lizgwiz said...

Any kind of accent makes it acceptable. Doesn't have to be Australian. Hee.

MY high school crush and I are Facebook friends--he's gay now, so it's probably best we never went out. (But he owns a yacht!)

Years ago I "auditioned" to be a singer for a guy who has a couple of bands in town. The jazz stuff was all pitched too high for me, and he refused to change the keys, so he said..."hey, why don't we try you on some of our rock-and-roll stuff?" I agreed...and he pulled out "Groovy Kind of Love." That's ROCK-AND-ROLL?! He was a total dork.

Sauntering Soul said...

I took gymnastics from the age of 6 until I was 13 and we did trampoline classes sometimes on a huge rectangular trampoline. We would take turns. Is that how they do it still? SO much fun! Now that I'm 41 I'd probably be scared I'd fall off and crack my head open.

I think it's awesome that you made out with a random Australian guy.

lizgwiz said...

You know, I probably should have said, "he's OPENLY gay now," shouldn't I? I'm sure he was gay back then, too. Heh.

Sarah B. said...

It was 90 degrees here today. I think I'm completely jealous of you right now.

Abby said...

Are your toes bearable?

Allie said...

The fact that the guy was Australian totally changes all the rules. :)

You are so cool! I've never even heard of trampoline classes. That's just awesome.

steve said...

Australian: The accent means No Holds Barred.

Weather: Except for about two weeks of real hot weather, we completely missed out on summer here in LA.

Toes: Funny toe story. While I was in Vegas last weekend, I was in a casino with some friends when this guy walked up to us and made a comment about one of my friends' toes. He then asked her if we wanted to see his penis. Unfortunately, she jokingly answered "yes" and he obliged us by whipping out his junk right then and there. Truly horrific.

Shelly said...

Oooh! I want to go to trampoline class! In fact, I think I will see if my gym has one. That sounds fantastic.

Poppy said...

Whaaaaat?!!?!

No mention of The Office wedding?!?!?!?!?

flurrious said...

Everyone seems to have covered the Australian and the trampoline, so I will just say that I find it comforting that Goodreads checks up on people who stop mid-book. It's almost as if they're making sure you haven't passed away.

Lara said...

I share R's questions about the trampoline. Is it one of those little round ones like I remember lots of moms (including my own) having in the 80's? Do you even know what I'm talking about? A "mini-tramp", if you will?

My friend Oclla had a trampoline when we were growing up. I remember playing on it until we were tired and then lying on it, looking up into the tree above us, and talking about the interior decorating business we would have one day.

Also, I am embarrassed to admit that I read and kind of liked Cloud Atlas.

wheresmypony said...

Accents negate any existing codes of conduct, so you're completely covered.

Love your story about the one that (thank the freakin' lord) got away...on the flip side of that, have you ever been friended by a guy who barely blipped on your radar back in the day, only to find that he's now seemingly smart and cool and adorable? Why don't they wear signs forecasting that in high school?

I've actually heard that trampolining is a) apparently a verb, and b) supposed to be an insanely good, very low impact workout. Would love to hear more about it...

courtney said...

Late to the party here, but I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU ARE ANGLING FOR THE OLYMPIC TRAMPOLINE TEAM, BECAUSE IF SO, I WILL SEE YOU AT THE OLYMPIC TRIALS, MISSY.

Ahem.

Accents make everything complicated. If a dude with a hot Australian accent wanted to make out with me, I'm not sure I could resist either.