It was no surprise that #VNVNation would put on an amazing show, but neither of us expected Ronan to hand the kiddo one of the drum sticks at the end of the show. Such a great memento for her first time seeing them!
(Also kudos to the kiddo for grabbing a spot up front while I dealt with merch and coat check; being up at the very front was fun!)
The least pleasant surprise of the evening is how unforgiving the metal plate attached to the front row barrier would be. My feet hurt SO. BAD. I did okay getting to the car, partly because I had to and partly because I hadn’t sat down yet, but I can barely put weight on them now that I’m home.
My current hypothesis is that bourbon will fix it.
Some dude saying I “skipped school” because I was calling soy milk milk. Look, asshole, I have a masters in the organization of information. If I wanna call soy milk milk for ease of understanding then I fucking will. Blocked.
And old friend who I've not spoken to in decades asked: "Are you 40 yet?".
Me: Here's a photo of my useful bits of string collection, stored in an old ice cream tub.
I thought it was just my already bad mental health getting worse. But it's obstructive sleep apnea, which is fairly easily treatable. Can't wait to get started.
Mardi, avant que tout ne s'accélère pour cette rentrée, nous avons fait un petit tour à Sarrant, un charmant petit village médiéval animé par la librairie-tartinerie "Des livres et vous", la maison de l'illustration, une boutique de créateurs, quelques artistes et artisans, un marché des potiers, des concerts dans l'église.
Fifty-something year old gimpy RN getting back into running again. Looking for advice, resources, strategies to improve speed and distance without getting injured. #nurselife#running#middleage