As funky as you can be

It was Friday night, and I was down at the New Amsterdam. Or maybe I was at the gym, running around the track listening to music, with the 90s on a loop. I almost never go to the gym on Friday, but my son wanted to go and play basketball, and since I was already there, I decided to exercise too.

Friday night, as it turns out, is a great time to go to the gym. We had the place almost to ourselves, with just a handful of other Friday night people (that’s how I think of them, because that’s who they are). My son practiced layups or whatever people practice on a basketball court, and I ran and walked around the track and listened to the 90s songs that kept popping up in the random shuffle, thinking deep deep thoughts and wondering what the other Friday night people were thinking. I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. 

It’s Sunday now, day two of a three-day weekend. Last night, we went to a neighborhood bar in a neighborhood not our own. At first, I felt a bit like an interloper. My husband’s boss was hosting a guest bartender night as a fundraiser for a local family, and we needed to make an appearance. We ran into lots of people whom we hadn’t seen in a long while, and we ended up having a good time. I stood at the bar with my third Antietam Irish Red, listening to more 1990s nostalgia blasting from the sound system. Everybody loves me when I’m three beers in; and when everybody loves you, that’s about as funky as you can be.

And now it’s early in the morning and part of me thinks that I should do something today, that I should go somewhere, have some sort of adventure. And the other part of me thinks that I should just sit here and write it all down and rest for a while. The sun is out and it’s not so cold today. But winter will end in a few weeks, God willing; and then there won’t be much time, nor much excuse, for hibernating. What to do, what to do? It’s only 7:30, so there’s time to decide what to do with another day of my semi-charmed kind of life. Baby.

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I tried to add footnotes, but my HTML skills aren't up to the task, and they won't paste from Google Docs. Song lyrics, in order:

Counting Crows, “Mr. Jones”
Barenaked Ladies, “One Week”
Sinead O’Connor, “The Emperor’s New Clothes”
Third Eye Blind, “Semi-Charmed Life”