Weekend Recap

I’m pooped. Ralph Machio, last scene in the first karate kid, just after he connected with the crane kick and as he’s falling to the ground, pooped. Exhausted but a satisfying win of a weekend.

The weekend was a good combination of connecting with close friends and meeting some new solid people.

I celebrated two birthdays this weekend. Both consisted of the same ingredients - dinner and karaoke. Both turned out really fun but the two dishes couldn’t have turned out more differently. I found myself texting notes to myself because I knew I’d forget moments.

I saw a leap of courage. It was a small gesture that needed approximately 4 years of set up to appreciate its significance.

One text said, “U kno it’s a good karaoke sesh when ur raising ur hand 2 testify.” At one point, I was on my knees with two arms raised. The next night, I saw a friend get on his knees, poured a bit of beer on his head, and make the sign of the cross in the middle of a song. I was dying laughing.
Some new faces: The greek dude, Aristotle, who looked like a cross between Daniel Day Lewis in Gangs of New York and Derek from Spinal Tap. Screaming PSA girl. No ID girl. The girl who kept asking me if I was a K-Town Korean and me telling her I drove a ’79 schwinn in high school. And definitely have to kick it with Michael again. He was cracking me up from his falsettos to his comments about the guy who crapped his pants.