Pookie, Shayna and the Slow Kids

This Saturday, I told my first absolutely hilarious story in a very long time. I can't repeat it now, because the circumstances were such that I brought in numerous conversations from the night and expanded into this ridiculous story. The things I can tell you are that it related to my cats, me in relationships and the line "Oh, Bunny, we do not lick our butts during dinner."

First, I was very proud of myself. I told a story that had two of my co-workers rolling, and I wasn't even trying that hard to be funny. I was just being my goofy-ass self. After the pride wore off, I was bummed. Not because of Cindy or Stefanie. They were awesome and I was glad they were there, but I was sad that all of my college friends weren't. Making each other laugh is really what I miss most about my friends.

While I still spend time with friends (both old and new), I find myself less inclined to be in symposiums. I miss symposiums.

Anyway, this post is short and melancholy. My next post (hopefully this evening) will be absolutely fantastic.

Oh, there was one more thing I wanted to mention. Something not melancholy but rather a mid-year resolution. I have been trying new things lately. And by trying new things, I mean eating fish. I used to not like fish. Then, I started to gather recipes of non-fishy-tasting fish. And now, I like fish. There is no doubt in my mind that I am missing out on other wonderful things that I'm either convinced I won't like or haven't tried before. Hence, my mid-year resolution is to try new things.

Number one on the list is probably golfing. Mostly because Cindy and Stefanie do it and are convinced I would like it. Whacking up divets does not sound that entertaining but one never knows until one tries. I am open for other suggestions.

Things that will probably not cross over to my "now I like it" list are mushrooms and Pink Floyd.

Anyway, I must continue to prepare for my fun time surprise later.