How many fumbled attempts does it take for you to figure out that you need a change of plan? For me, it’s apparently 30. Why thirty? That’s how many years God has given me to deal with this fair skin that makes an Irishman look like a bronzed, Brazilian goddess. Give me three hours in direct sunlight and I’ll show you the color pallet for stop signs, fire engines, and a farmer’s market tomato that your mother would approve of.
The sexiest part of that tan line is that it’s about half an inch below all of my t-shirts, EXCEPT for the Detroit Tigers top that I wore to the baseball game that delivered the above self-esteem obliterator/natural body enhancement.
You know how you feel naked without a hair tie around your wrist? Solved that problem!
Shouldn’t be an issue for the next 6-8 days.
To make myself feel better, I joined my mom for a lunch date with some of her friends yesterday afternoon. I know most of these women from the years when I would visit my mom at work and play Secretary in the adjoining offices. I wrote a mean memo with highlighter!
Lunch was in Old Town, this great eclectic, stroll-the-sidewalk-shops part of town. When I was growing up, this neighborhood was SCARY! but a few investors moved in, cleaned it, artsy-fartsied it up, and now it’s a great location to spend the afternoon.
One of the reasons why I love spending the summer at my parents’ house is because it’s so centrally located to so many walkable areas of town. In twenty minutes, we were porch-to-sun deck to our final destination.
While waiting for a few of the ladies, Mom and I snagged some iced tea and took in the scenery.
When all five of our afternoon party had arrived, we went in to dine. Now, if you’re getting together on a Friday afternoon to chat with ladies, you may not be so keen on the idea of a concert being performed 15 feet away from your table, but we listened for a little while, and within 10 minutes of us all arriving, the guitarist was done and on his way to his next gig.
“He sounded nice, but it was just a little too loud for my taste,” uttered the 90 year old in a 30 year old’s body.