24 October 2012

Second Week in September 2012

Monday morning I awoke to another bad dream about not going into work and not calling in either. I was in a bit of a panic when I popped awake and realized it was just a dream. Monday also started my new work assignment, the front desk. I'm not excited about it, but I'll give it a chance, because, it's not like I'm going to quit.

Tuesday after work I went running with Maeg while she rollerbladed, 2012 run #38: 2.53 mi in 25:19 at a 10:01 min/mi pace, everything was just dandy until I made a big kick at the end, and my phone fell out of my arm sleeve and cracked on the pavement. That'll take the fun right out of running. The good news is that it works just fine, and probably will continue to do so until I can get a new phone on January 9.

Wednesday morning I woke to more bad dreams, with the same sort of theme. This was the first time in my life that I woke to a dream and was mad at the person in the dream. The good news is that it rained, the bad news, about six weeks too late.

Thursday during the day I worked, but then headed up to the Cowtown Kickoff dance at whatever hipster bar used to be Mick's in Benson, I hope I was never that pretentiously annoying, and if I was, I apologize. We watched the part of the first set of the Blacktop Ramblers, then walked up to the Pizza Collective and ate. One nice thing about all the hipsters is daddy's money, so the Pizza Collective actually looks nice (and clean) now, with a new floor and a big screen TV. In case you are wondering about this anti-hipster rant, besides the stupid bar not even having a wheat beer, it has nothing to do with the Bears losing to the Packers, nothing, nothing at all.

The Blacktop Ramblers.

I went back in time to the 1950's to get this photo of Carly.

I love this kind of picture.

Friday morning I was up and down at the Eagle's club for classes. I also did a lot of herding organizing for the lunch at the Eagle's.

I finally got to be a 'Facebook Official' friend
of Bridget's after knowing her for only four years.

The place was crawling with 'Jitterbabies' making for some cute pictures...

...and some odd ones.

In between classes and the dance I had dinner with Brianne at Hiro 88. Our waiter was very good, and we chatted with him and each other before heading out to get ready for the Friday dance.

Brianne is the star on a Christmas tree ... get it?

Jen is a superstar, I wish we had this kind of lighting every week.

I took plenty of darn good dance pictures.

After the dance was over and clean up had commenced, I headed downstairs for the breakfast and late night. I ended up staying much later than I had anticipated, mostly to make sure people got rides.

Saturday morning it started all over again, except that I missed the first class in the morning. Kim and David taught an aerials class, I took this series of pictures of Ben and Maeg.

I seemed to be the only person in our group who did not take this class.

Saturday evening it was back to dancing and having fun, with Hannah!

I like to swing dance this much. Photo credit: Matt

Doctor, I'm seeing spots before my eyes!

Another dancing picture probably only I love.

I did the clean up, then headed over to 906 gallery for the late night. I had a really good time, and got there when there was still food left. I ended up staying later than I thought I would again for the same reason as the night before.

Silly fourth monkey.

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You can caption this as well as I can, I guess.

Not much in the way of dancing, but we had fun.

Sunday morning I was up way too early so I could get to church before the getting to the Eagles lodge to assist in the lunch organization. Peter spoke at lunch (after a failed attempt at an AV presentation) about the history of swing dancing. I would probably listen to Peter speak about mashed potatoes.

"The legacy of Frankie Manning is that we know each other" ~ Peter Loggins

Of course the focus of the day is the Corn Eating Contest. Billy was the winner, I ended up with corn on my forehead (photoshopped out below).

First up, the junior division.

Oddly enough, some friendly, corn eating zombies showed up.
Wait, it's not really that odd.

I thought if I broke all my ears apart I would get more credit, it didn't work.

The final event of the evening was the closing dancing at the House of Loom, a nice bar, expensive, but thankfully free of pretension.

Adam seems a little unsure about this. Maggie is glad to have the volunteer wrangling done for this year's Cowtown. Good job!

I won first place in medal stealing!

Misha is shimmyriffic.

And so another Cowtown draws to an end, but one without me leaving the next day on vacation, instead, I had to work. I you want to see all of my pictures from the 2012 Cowtown Jamborama, click here.

Next week, vacation time.

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