I was non-stop this weekend and it was pretty fabulous. I hung out with some coworkers on Friday night at Kellie’s best friend’s 60th bday party. It’s been so nice to just do different things and have out with different people all the time. My roommate had to work until about 9, which was awful so I headed to this party alone. Of course, the photo booth was the star of the party and all of us spent about an hours taking funny pictures in there. I just can not get over how great Kellie’s friend John looks for being 60 years old. I mean, if you told me he was 40 I wouldn’t question it. I told him I will likely be dead or at least look dead by the time I’m that age. I run into him at the gym all the time, so I’m assuming my gym addiction can only help the aging well thing. More than appearance, I wonder how he feels about life in general. Are you calmer and happier at 60? He seems to relaxed, like he has everything figured out. I would hope by 60 I have things figured out. I would prefer to spend the years between 60-70 traveling. So at least I have that to look forward to if my vacations continue going how they have been. I meant to say staycations.
I can’t believe I didn’t start my blog off this way, but the most ridiculous thing happened to me yesterday. I was trying to beat the heat and my hangover and walk my dog down the block. That’s when I saw/heard the weirdness going on. I see a half naked drifter wandering across the street. No shoes, no shirt, red body, wailing in emotional pain. He grabs my neighbor’s hose and starts spraying himself down as he’s screaming about something. He was more sad, than mad, and definitely seemed to be on the salts so I did what any sane person would do, and pulled out my cell piece to start taping him. Well, this was a bad idea. I was the only person out there because everyone else would do a 180 and walk the other way when they saw him. Of course I’m just directly across the small street and he sees me after about 10 seconds. He quickly gets up and I turn around and start walking back to my apartment. I look back to check on his whereabouts and he is speed walking mumbling something about doggies. of course my pug is taking his time-typical. I literally start almost running and have only a half block to get back to my place. He is definitely chasing me at this point. I break into a full sprint and have to bend down and pick up my fat dog because the feeling of danger isn’t translating. I make it to the path and this crazed guy is trying to cut me off through the bushes. No way this is happening and no way I can’t video this right now. I have to type in the code of course which always fails the first time. This is like bath salt zombie horror movie stuff. I luck out and nail the entry code just as this creeper is down the side path to my building. I shut the glass door behind me and he’s there screaming something. Instead of going to my place, I head to the garage with my dog and get out of there. I also wanted to catch another glimpse of him. So I shot another bad quality video of him about to walk into traffic and then Maximus and I went to Jimmy Johns. That was an exhilarating and exhausting Sunday.