I don’t have a single moment or occurrence that comprises
my “something new” for today. Instead, I
discovered the interest that my friends and acquaintances have taken in this
journey I’ve set out for myself, and I was touched by their encouragement of my
endeavor.
My story for today starts last night. I went out on a sort of semi-annual bar crawl
that my friend Matt puts on (you made the blog by name, Matt!) The winter edition of the crawl is always at
the perfect time of year - the middle of February – when everybody just wants
to get together and drink beer without having to wait until St. Patrick’s Day
for a reason to do it. We started our
crawl at Floyd’s pub on Armitage and Oakley.
While we sipped our way through several craft beers, Matt brought up the topic of my blog, and I shared the
premise of it with everyone present.
They were all genuinely interested and offered all sorts of colorful
ideas for “new” things I could tackle in the next 22 days. In the course of the conversation I may or
may not have promised to blog about the bar crawl today.
Turns out that a few “new” things happened on the crawl,
which was, incidentally, the coldest bar crawl I have ever participated in, and
therefore consisted of only three bars.
Discussion ensued over whether we could even dub our frozen journey from
Floyd’s to the Green Eye and on to The Charleston a crawl at all. But if we couldn’t call it a crawl, what
would we call it? Someone suggested a
“stutter,” but in the end the issue dropped without resolution. I experienced a couple of new things at the
second bar. First, we played two
drinking games. Now, I’m a little
embarrassed to admit that I have played drinking games in bars before – but
these were new to me. They were fairly
low-key and involved cards, hand symbols and drumming on the table - not all in
the same game.
While we were in the midst of the second game, an inebriated
gentleman at the table next to us (not
one of my friends) managed to somehow knock the entire contents of his table so
forcefully off it that they went flying toward us as he conveniently flew out
the door. As I had the unfortunate seat
next to his table, I quickly felt my entire right side showered in liquid. I’ve been spilled on before, but this time
was new. It wasn’t beer that covered my
leg and arm, but something warm and thick.
As it rapidly began to harden, I realized I had been “waxed.” I was wearing all the hot wax from the candle
that had been burning on their high-top table.
Stay tuned for a later blog where I might detail my adventures removing
that wax from my Nine West jeans. Staff
and strangers rushed to help me out – everyone’s nice to you when you are the
girl with hot wax congealing on her thigh.
We ended our crawl at The Charleston, and I rode home with a
very chatty and personable cab driver – a pleasant way to end a great evening, despite
my waxy leg. This morning I had brunch
with my brother and more friends, and they also asked about my blog, and shared
with me how much they have enjoyed reading it – solidifying even further for me
my commitment to this project. As I near
the 1/3 mark of my challenge, I’m loving all the support from all of you, and I
couldn’t be happier that I have such wonderful people sharing in this journey
with me.
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