(I’ve decided to share about Class 101: the laughing out loud class, instead of 100, so that’ll come next week.)
I went to the workout this morning, and it was rather uneventful but that my friend and I finished second in the workout, and there were a lot of people there today… we just found a beautiful way to get through the push-ups, and it worked perfectly – when other people seemed to take forever on the push-ups, we slammed through them quite quickly.
After the workout, I practiced and improved my double-under jump roping, and was glad for it.
I then went home and made a spice cake from the grain-free/flour-free zucchini brownie recipe I’ve been using, but this time used cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, and ginger instead of cocoa powder… and it was delicious.
I discovered that I have no interest in going to Minute Maid Park, due to their security requirements that prevent me from having any form of protection, as well as a reusable water bottle (even empty)…, and so I did not go to the Astros game to which I had been just invited.
I did go to a house party – not the jammin’, drug kind, but the friends hanging out together kind – instead, and it was wonderful.
However, on the way to the party, on my way to stop at the new grocer to pick up plates that were requested for the party, I found myself at a stoplight next to car crammed with young guys (adults, but still younger than I am) who clearly had just played a soccer game together – the matching jerseys and sweaty hair kind of gave that one away.
As I turned and saw the front seat guys looking my way, the back window rolled down, and three faces looked out at me, smiling.
“I like you’re scooter.”
“Does it go fast?”
I shrug, knowing fully that their borderline joking comment is about to choke them, “I’ve gone eighty on it,” I say, quite casually.
Their eyes pop open wider than one could have imagined, and their mouths opened wide, ready to catch some flies…
“Mmhmm… It’s a big scooter, 300ccs,” I add quickly, smiling, before driving off, for the light has turned to green.
At the next stoplight, the car pulls next to me again, the back window still down, the boys smiling bigger than ever.
“Long time no see,” they laugh together.
I laugh and smile broadly.
“Do y’all know where the HEB is?” I ask, having just been wanting to be able to ask someone (which was why I had even looked over to their car in the first place).
“Yeah! It’s on this street,” one says, pointing forward and to the right side a bit, confirming my thoughts.
“Are you going grocery shopping?”
“Can you put your groceries on there?”
“Are you going to carry groceries on that?”
“Do you need help?”
The sudden rapid fire of their near-simultaneous questions knocks me back a tad, and makes me smile and chuckle even more than I already had been doing.
“Yes, I can carry groceries, yes, I’m going to the store now,” – “Really?” – “and no, I don’t need help.”
I then drive off again at the newly green light, and see them take off not far behind me.
As I slow and pull into the HEB parking lot, I both see and hear them passing me one final time, saying a few more positive comments that make me laugh (though I do not at present remember what exactly they were – I was focused on the turn and figuring out the parking lot and watching out for stupid people in cars in the lot, but I remember that they were pleasant comments of well-wishing).
I enter the garage fully chuckling fro the hearty spot on my belly, lips super wide on their glorious, teeth-filled grin position – I just had my first fanboys, I think to myself, and smile all over again.