Oh, no, no....I didn't forget; the memory is still there.
So, it was a friday night and I get home from work thinking it's a typical friday night with no plans. I was double Wrong! I found out from a post on facebook that the auction was that night, not the following night that I had perceived it to be. It was starting 30 minutes after I read the FB post.
Debate: Go or not to go?
Yes, I am a woman of principle and a woman of word. True, not many words, out loud, but still "word."
Granted, now I have no one to go with because I am not taking thirty minutes to figure out logistics of multiple people's schedules--their on their own now with disappointment to follow on the next day.
I don't stop to think about how lonely I will be or the fact that I have no people skills with strangers....
I only rush, rush, rush into whatever suits my fancy--jeans and a semi-formal top. I look good in anything; I tell myself.
Make-up: check
I got to look a little older than 15...(my aging might be a little too slow)
I grab a camera and run on out to my car.
Fashionably, scratch that... I just arrive late. $25
I envisioned bar setting/restaurant setting...perhaps standing and cheering within a crowd.
Not so. There were round tables of women of all ages just drooling in their seats in anticipation. There was no room for me among such women; I had to stand embarrassingly alone amongst the majority sitting. If you don't know women by now, you should note that women travel in groups when they have no men attached to their belts. I felt like a beached whale paddling for the ocean--Can I go home now?
Inner screaming was subsided by a little rum and coke and the start of men being sold on the dance floor. Some of them did dance.
The men ranged in age of 21 to who knows; I wasn't paying attention to the old guys.
I probably would have bidded on three of them had I had a million dollars--$500 would have sufficed. Everyone went for over $200; I didn't think stranger men were that worth it. Although, that one curly, dark-haired...
I left at intermission. I couldn't take watching these men get bought off--I can't enjoy it that much if I can't buy one myself. Plus, that alone part was still a significant factor for leaving early.
I cowardly didn't take any pictures--it felt awkward standing in the middle of a sitting crowd, alone, to take pictures of men prancing around, selling themselves.
Perhaps, next time...I'll be the one being auctioned. My turn to dance...that belly dancing class would have come in handy...
My sailing trip was canceled due to high winds.
This past weekend I painted my surfboard all weekend.
Before
And After...
Next Week: I am going to take off due to exams coming up/end of spring class. I am hopefully starting my "cheapest meal on the menu tour" if the scheduling pans out.
Vote for: May 7-13
1. Drum Circle
2. Beaufort Music Festival
3. Crystal Coast Beach Music Festival
Also: I'm looking for a male (great way to get a man, ask for one!) who would like to take a tango class with me on any given saturday. I'm seeing some newspaper posts offering... If I get some volunteers, that can be voted on in the future too.
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