Paintball Pie Face
As of lately, this is my life:
1) Skip out of work for a large part of the day to visit the Museum of Fine Arts with an out-of-town colleague who came to visit. A good chat about our post-graduate school lives among European art, modern art and Chihuly sculpture was refreshing and restorative. It was really good to see her, and sad to see her go.
2) I become interested in basketball for the first time in my life and watch the final four game in a bar with the Boston chapter of University of Michigan Alumni. I start a tab at the bar* and feel really silly and grown-up in the same moment. It's a party all around and we cheer and boo and dance during the commercial dance breaks and loudly sing the fight song. We win the game and a fellow alumni stranger made into friend gives me a high-five and yells GO BLUE as we leave.
3) Forty homemade pies make for a great 30 second birthday activity in which adults throw pies in each other's faces. As a result from a comment innocently made earlier in the day, in a sneak attack from behind I get the last pie smack in my face. Later on, I piece it together that it was deserved. Well played friend. Well played. I wonder how it is that just one shower washes off so much pudding and crust to take it all down the drain and be clean again.
4) Two teams play paintball in an arena. I am scared out of my mind to join in, and after the first stinging pelt to my leg above my knee, I realize it can't get any worse than that, and enjoy the rest of my first time experience complete with getting hit in the face, arm, and side. In one game, I am on the winning team and keep pulling my mask off resulting in a real warning from the staff. I still have a mark above my knee from the pellet and a bruise behind it and it has been over two weeks.
5) On the way to meet up with a friend at Sportello, I come across a mural downtown and it is remarkably weird to see. It is a gorgeous spring day and the place is adorable. Diner style, we sit on circular padded stools and are served rhubarb and ricotta cheese, cheese and pickles as an appetizer. Both of us are loving just the appetizer and I feel so fancy. To satisfy curiosity, I order the rabbit and am not disappointed. We even order dessert and it's some of the best chocolate ice cream I have had. I promise myself I will go back.
6) Atlanta comes to visit, and I feel like I've forgotten what it's like to spend time with such a happy couple. It is refreshing to be in their company and see her laugh and be giddy and affectionate. We walk around brownstones and admire architecture and put her new husband to good use with his GPS because we both know I could do it but are super willing for him to be the leader. I talk way too much, and only realize it after, and feel a little guilty, but realize that our friendship is stronger than my mistake and know that I will see her again, and next time I'll let her talk too much and buy her that frozen yogurt I promised.
Life is so good and so full of good.
*appetizers and soda of course.
1) Skip out of work for a large part of the day to visit the Museum of Fine Arts with an out-of-town colleague who came to visit. A good chat about our post-graduate school lives among European art, modern art and Chihuly sculpture was refreshing and restorative. It was really good to see her, and sad to see her go.
2) I become interested in basketball for the first time in my life and watch the final four game in a bar with the Boston chapter of University of Michigan Alumni. I start a tab at the bar* and feel really silly and grown-up in the same moment. It's a party all around and we cheer and boo and dance during the commercial dance breaks and loudly sing the fight song. We win the game and a fellow alumni stranger made into friend gives me a high-five and yells GO BLUE as we leave.
3) Forty homemade pies make for a great 30 second birthday activity in which adults throw pies in each other's faces. As a result from a comment innocently made earlier in the day, in a sneak attack from behind I get the last pie smack in my face. Later on, I piece it together that it was deserved. Well played friend. Well played. I wonder how it is that just one shower washes off so much pudding and crust to take it all down the drain and be clean again.
4) Two teams play paintball in an arena. I am scared out of my mind to join in, and after the first stinging pelt to my leg above my knee, I realize it can't get any worse than that, and enjoy the rest of my first time experience complete with getting hit in the face, arm, and side. In one game, I am on the winning team and keep pulling my mask off resulting in a real warning from the staff. I still have a mark above my knee from the pellet and a bruise behind it and it has been over two weeks.
5) On the way to meet up with a friend at Sportello, I come across a mural downtown and it is remarkably weird to see. It is a gorgeous spring day and the place is adorable. Diner style, we sit on circular padded stools and are served rhubarb and ricotta cheese, cheese and pickles as an appetizer. Both of us are loving just the appetizer and I feel so fancy. To satisfy curiosity, I order the rabbit and am not disappointed. We even order dessert and it's some of the best chocolate ice cream I have had. I promise myself I will go back.
6) Atlanta comes to visit, and I feel like I've forgotten what it's like to spend time with such a happy couple. It is refreshing to be in their company and see her laugh and be giddy and affectionate. We walk around brownstones and admire architecture and put her new husband to good use with his GPS because we both know I could do it but are super willing for him to be the leader. I talk way too much, and only realize it after, and feel a little guilty, but realize that our friendship is stronger than my mistake and know that I will see her again, and next time I'll let her talk too much and buy her that frozen yogurt I promised.
Life is so good and so full of good.
*appetizers and soda of course.
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