Kissed By a Man--or, Anything But ValleyFair

So I swear to you, this weekend felt like the continuation of B's birthday.

Friday was a date night. Coulda went to ValleyFair, but it's ValleyFair so who gives a shit? They don't. Obviously. Went to the mall instead and put my Annual Nick Universe pass to good use instead. Okay FINE I'm lying...I didn't. The mall has twenty-something Pokestops and two gyms now. I CAN NO LONGER FUNCTION in that building. Whatever you do, don't try to walk behind me. I stop more than a yellow school bus in a high-rise district.

After B got off work, she made me stop playing (mostly) long enough for a big bowl of Piada pasta with calamari and corn salad.

She got Panda (panda panda panda panda panda).

Now that she's got her own S7 with software from our current carrier, we can send each other loads of emojis and the occasiona random photo of my ass while she's trying to eat. No, I will not share that with you.

We rode all of her favorite rides (mind you, I had two-three prior hours to ride my faves except I didn't?) and then she kicked my ass at golf...

...and fooled about with our phone cams while waiting for other parties to play holes.
Bet your mall doesn't look like this!

Saturday improv was SuUUUuuper Weird.

Naturally, I came fresh outta bed, fresh off my morning 5K, fulla caffeine and ready to PLAY but they were reviewing the last intermediate showcase instead...in which I'd barely been chosen for games. And THEN they fussed at the other intermediate folks for letting me dominate a particular line game. They were s'posed to be the backbone of the troupe, they were told. How ya gonna let New Kid run all over you? Huh?!?!?! Thought improv was all about teamwork and sacrifice and hell, that's what I thought I'd signed up for.

Then they went to Freeze Tag (tough for me, but I'm getting better) then a segment of Harold I'd never done (OMG DIED on stage, for the first time in a while) and then a closing line structure. Of course, in the line structure I metaphorically ate their lunches, smacked them over their heads with their empty brown bags and told them to bring better desserts tomorrow. Full on 5 gallon overhead bucket of weirdness.

Then? Back to B's birthday. We sat on couches and watched nearly the entire season 6 of Modern Family since she got it as a gift since it's been clogging her DVR since I've never watched them during weeknights. Long story. I don't wanna watch them while I'm loading a dishwasher or off in the fridge or not paying full attention. Next thing ya know? Two full seasons behind. Correction? One.

And today was nearly perfect for the RenFest. Save for the mud from yesterday's rain.
So we went.

We caught Vilification Tennis and Sir Arthur Greenleaf Holmes (twice) and Tortuga Twins. Attendance was super light--which meant Sir Arthur was fucking with us in the byways ('Ah Yes! Those perverts were at my show as well!') and I got picked out at Tortugas R-rated show for ass-grabbins and a man-kiss.

But details shall wait for another post..................dotty dot dot dotty......