Yesterday, exactly one month before my next, quarter century-turning birthday, was beautiful. I’d been editing and such at work for a few hours when I got an offer for especially lucrative freelance work from my mentor. It’ll require very quick turnaround next week, but that’s all the better to enjoy an unburdened (next) weekend with, my dear.
Then I went to lunch in this park area near my workplace. I was moisturizing some desiccated nostril skin - damn Kleenex and those office sneezies - when this man came up to me. He asked if he could ask me something. “Yes, you already are,” I thought. He continued, “You’re Amanda, right?”
It was the first time a blog reader stopped me in public. You know, one that doesn’t know my phone number already and occasionally pinch my butt. I love getting emails from all you beautiful people, but an in-person greeting is much more exciting - and embarrassing, if you happen to be moisturizing your nose at the time.
So I met Bryan/Brian, and we chatted for a bit about the life blogged, shameless publicity stunts, and recycling. The whole experience was more sunlight than limelight. I’ve hung out with a few people who know me from my blog. It’s cool and immediately comfortable, but a mite disconcerting when a near-stranger tells me how hilarious Jing is. Anyway, I would be up for more contact from whoever reads this. And no, that is not an invite for you to call me right this second, Daddy.
After work, I went to the Kate Nash concert. I’d anticipated a bevy of conservatively dressed cuties in primary colors, but most of the audience wore flowy dresses, earth tones, and tanktops. An alarming numbers of girls did have red hair, though. I was among the Nashiest in a floral, jumpery looking thing loosely inspired by the photo below. Also, stirrup leggings. Somehow I pulled it off without looking like someone from the cover of a Babysitter’s Club Book.
I stood for four hours and danced with half my body. The concert ended with “Merry Happy” which includes the lyrics, “I can be alone, yeah. I can watch the sunset on my own. I can be alone.” It’s not Emily Dickinson or anything, but it was the perfect way to end the 24th day and maybe even year.
You are a regular internet cel-web-rity!
I couldn’t help myself.
Wow. That’s better than blogebrity, which I’ve been saying. I’ma hafta steal that one.