Showing Up

-Soccer Clubs: Showed up. Pretty sure my pants were inside out. Sprinkled in "dude" more times than necessary for social purposes. Did not die, or even break things. ALMOST killed a girl's face though, due to an unfortunate and unskilled pass, but she muttered something that seemed reassuring in response, so I don't think I'm on her hit list yet (aha. hit list. like HIT. IN THE FACE.) And ok, my pants were definitely inside out. Show up again Tuesday.  Consensus: Good

-Amusement Parks: Showed up. Strapped myself into the seat that the people told me to sit in. I think I met Jesus. Afterwards, it was casually mentioned that I rode the highest wooden roller coaster in Europe, with a max slope of 61 degrees, and that the Guinness Book of World Records paid a visit to say so. When it was time to head home, pulled an Usain Bolt to catch the bus. An erratic man in a leopard skin train conductor cap proceeded to offer me a cookie. Cookie was chocolate. It was hard to say no. Consensus: A pee-your -pantsy kind of Good

I do the whole "showing up" thing again on Monday, but this time to an improv class. Life is freaky.




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