Two Night
Not a typo. Tonight I went two-stepping mostly because I needed something to distract myself. Oh man. First of all, while fun, everyone should know that two-stepping is just glorified walking. Literally, you just walk in a circle - first quickly for two steps and then slowly for one. (It helps if you say “quick quick slow” as you do it, as ridiculous as it sounds) That is it. Seriously. So if anyone ever tells you they are a two-stepper, you should just say - me too.
Second of all, very few solo dancers (to be more exact - male solo dancers) at the ole two-stepping, free dance lessons. What does this mean? Well, in the case of me and Michelle, that means that one of you must act as the guy. Because there is a higher probability of Michelle actually becoming a professional two-stepper, it was my job to act as the guy. I don’t think I have laughed so hard in a long time. If I ever get asked to dance I am going to be so completely backwards. Keep that in mind if you are a guy AND you are interested in dancing with me.
So here comes the second part of my night - I like to call this part THE BUS and KEYS.
I have to stop wearing my Ole Miss hat in public. I tell ya what. This nice older gentleman (in the truest sense of the word) sat next to me on the bus. He had the kind of smile lines and slightly watery eyes that told you he had really lived. Well. One thing is for sure, he knew a lot about history. As a matter of fact he was going to school for a degree in history. How about that? Pretty cool huh? Anyway, he of course wanted to talk about slavery, racism and integration - all brought on by my lovely winter cap that has Ole Miss embroidered on it. However, once he moved past that subject (half a ride later) we began to discuss history as a whole and then more specifically the history of Oceania. Now, not many of you know this, but I actually know quite a bit about the art history and the history in general of Oceania. It is one of my rare topics. One that never sees the light of day. Anyway, that conversation turned to art and it turned out he was once a graphic designer. Man, he had the best stories. I was so enjoying listening to him, and he talking, that he missed his stop. lol. He was very nice and said things I can imagine my grandfather saying to me - like - “you sure are sharp” and “you are quite a lovely person to talk to.” Alright, so the bus was ok. But I sure was glad when it got to Boulder.
I was excited to be home and resting, so I walked quickly from the bus to my home. It is only about a mile so nothing out of the norm for me. However, it wasn’t until I got home that I realized I had left my keys in my office. I pulled out my phone to call for help and found that to be dead as well (no surprise, it is rarely powered). So, back to work I walked, hoping the security officer would still be there. He was. Thank God. Keys in hand, I made my way back home and now .. finally .. I will go to sleep.
It was quite an exciting night. Not at all what I was expecting. Now, hopefully, I will drift into a sweet slumber and dream of things to come. I love thinking about the future, there are so many possibilities .. I can’t wait to see what happens.
