Away with May.
Last month I resubscribed to Netflix and then immediately proceeded to ugly cry through Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Is that what “Netflix and Chill” means???
I’m pretty sure that’s what that means.
I also started Breaking Bad for the third time. The first time I was watching with a friend and we averaged maybe one episode a month, getting through maybe the first season. The second time I got to season three before it was making me too anxious and I had to put it away for a while.
But now it’s been too long since so I had to restart from the beginning again.
We’ll see how this goes.
That was my May. Mostly…
Sometimes a friend texts you to throw on your cat dress and come out. You pretty much can’t say no to that request…especially when it involves music.
Softball season started up again and, again, I was peer pressured into joining. I went all last season without having to touch the ball once and this season, between playing right field once and catcher twice, I’ve touched it all over the place. (Insert your jokes here.) And I somehow scored two runs in our last game.
When one of our softball games was rained out we went to play trivia instead. We managed to come in third and won a bottle of grape vodka, proving that we are probably better at trivia than softball.
I celebrated Naked Gardening Day by watering my figs naked.
I got a haircut and it only cost $16 because I went to the Aveda Institute. It took an hour and a half and the instructor had to come fix in three times but a $16 haircut is a $16 haircut.
And then I ate a sushi burrito because Sushi Burrito is right near the Aveda Institute and why would I not want to eat a sushi burrito?
I went to see my friend Jeff play drums in a band and I’m pretty sure the last time I saw him play it was the 90s.
And afterwards I got tacos at Big Star.
I went to the Ravenswood Manor Garage Sale, where the entire neighborhood opened their garages to get rid of…mostly baby clothes and toys. I didn’t buy anything. Not even The Simpsons’s Duff Beer Fridge…
I saw Sixteen Candles…again…because I’m pretty sure music stopped being made after 1989. (And we got pizza at Roots first…)
I had brunch with Heather and Maggie and cocktails and burnt end hash.
I went to a going away party at The Dawson and drank all the cocktails.
And I went to a Memorial(ish) Day barbecue. It was on Saturday. But close enough.