Okay, hopefully this one will at least crack a smile. Because I still giggle when I think about it.
A couple of weekends ago, I was invited to two events showcasing a band that my former yoga instructor is a part of.
The first was an intimate affair at a lovely coffee shop that I will never go back to. Just because it's on the West Side of Cincinnati and I have absolutely no business on that side of town.
The second, oh, the second, was at this beautifully seedy bar, and featured five belly dancers, fire dancers, pirates, and the band. I had no idea what to expect.
Nor did I expect to run into a coworker.
Who happened to be performing.
But I get there and everybody is in full costume. It didn't really matter what costume, there were primarily pirates, a lot of steam punk, and well, the belly dancers. I felt under-dressed (awkward).
I found the coworker (Cherie) and she introduced me to people that I already knew, but she didn't know that, so I just let her.
The joke (on my end) went belly-up when she introduced me to Christian, my former yoga teacher. Who had a similar reaction of "Cherie, she's my fucking student."
Fast forward to the fire-dancing performance featuring said co-worker. And then the following happened:
Random Pirate *stands up on the patio table*: "I dare say, did some rogue here finger my otter?"
Some random woman in Victorian dress: "Your otter has been fingered? Who dareth finger his otter?"
Me to the fire dancer next to me (Dex): "Did he just say what I think he did?"
Dex: "Oh yes. He's got a gold otter pin on his vest. Someone must have touched it."
I went home shortly after that, but I still grin whenever I see otters.
Fast forward to last week though and I had an 85 hour work-week. So, silver linings?
Next weekend is the Boolesque event. I guess we'll have to see how that one goes. :)
You sound like you're having fun :) I'm glad--rough about the long work weeks, but the promotions sound wonderful! Sounds like you're steadily getting things in order <3
A couple of weekends ago, I was invited to two events showcasing a band that my former yoga instructor is a part of.
The first was an intimate affair at a lovely coffee shop that I will never go back to. Just because it's on the West Side of Cincinnati and I have absolutely no business on that side of town.
The second, oh, the second, was at this beautifully seedy bar, and featured five belly dancers, fire dancers, pirates, and the band. I had no idea what to expect.
Nor did I expect to run into a coworker.
Who happened to be performing.
But I get there and everybody is in full costume. It didn't really matter what costume, there were primarily pirates, a lot of steam punk, and well, the belly dancers. I felt under-dressed (awkward).
I found the coworker (Cherie) and she introduced me to people that I already knew, but she didn't know that, so I just let her.
The joke (on my end) went belly-up when she introduced me to Christian, my former yoga teacher. Who had a similar reaction of "Cherie, she's my fucking student."
Fast forward to the fire-dancing performance featuring said co-worker. And then the following happened:
Random Pirate *stands up on the patio table*: "I dare say, did some rogue here finger my otter?"
Some random woman in Victorian dress: "Your otter has been fingered? Who dareth finger his otter?"
Me to the fire dancer next to me (Dex): "Did he just say what I think he did?"
Dex: "Oh yes. He's got a gold otter pin on his vest. Someone must have touched it."
I went home shortly after that, but I still grin whenever I see otters.
Fast forward to last week though and I had an 85 hour work-week. So, silver linings?
Next weekend is the Boolesque event. I guess we'll have to see how that one goes. :)
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