Pam wanted to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge for her Life List, and I wanted to help someone with a List item, so we did!
I was excited to do this because it’s become my unofficial life’s mission to help other people (especially women) grab life by the you-know-whats and be fearless. It’s more fun to be feisty! Air punch!
Pam actually needs no help in the feisty department, which made us great friends. Here she is yelling at me to put my camera down so she can take a photo of me.
We made a giant Twitter hashtag for our walk, because we are internet nerds and this is what we do. I left it in a cab, though, so if you found a rather large hashtag sign in your taxi, that was me.
This is the whole group:
I call this photo “The group of white women that I led across a bridge”.
Here are our feet.
Here is me and Pam at the end of the bridge. I look sweaty! (Note the Lydia pin in my hair.)
There was a tourist right at the end taking a photo of the bridge that I was clearly going to be in, so I smiled and waved. “You are very beautiful!” he said, heavily accented. I said to Shannon, “He must be from one of those countries where women are sexy if they have all of their teeth. Or he’s half blind.”
“Hey hey hey! You just take that compliment!” she admonished me.
So I did.
Thank you to List PlanIt for sponsoring our morning Starbucks!
Anyone else need a hand with a Life List item? I am so there.
My fiance is a total dork, and he’s got friends to match. “The Guys” (the collective term for Rob’s five best friends) came over last night to play a wresteling video game. That’s not so dorky; what IS is that they staged a tornament using the game’s built-in character creator to come up with the competeors personalities, physical appearance and names. Then, on paper, they meticulously diagramed matches that each will play towards a “championship”, and each guy is responsible for the creative development of his character. All of this is based on years of playing. If you ask me, it was misspent youth… but no one asked me.
There was a lot of “OOOOOOOOOOOOH!”‘s coming from our attic, a lot of yelling in general, and tons of friendly taunting. It was loud and obnoxious, but I actually enjoyed the enegry in the house, and all of his friends are great guys. Rob’s mom was telling me stories of how this used to be her life when he was in highschool. “I was the ‘den mother’ of them. I kept them fed.”
Now they’re mine, as Rob is the first of them to have his own house. Lucky me!