We safety broke protocol, determiner of rules, and lived to tell about it.
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| Foothills With A Kudra And A Mother Hen - Vitamin D Baby |
A few days before the annual Vegas migration that never took place, obviously distracted I was, a text message came in. I sort of gave it some thought but not much. There were inquisitive questions in that text and a few more that were random but one question was regarding borrowing an outfit that I was NOT taking to Vegas. Could You Possibly Drop It Off
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| Mountain Biking Brings Wonders To Fruition |
A follow up text, this text was back in the teens of March, instructions were to fold the clothes, place them in a canvas type bag, shoes in a separate bag, and place these items on the back porch. Did As Told
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| Another Elusive Birdie Putt - Missed By That Much |
Weeks go by, C19 explodes onto the scene, it is what it is, a text comes through. 'I am in over my head, overwhelmed, and confused. Can you help me out? PLEASE'
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| Is This Inviting Or What - All Night My Friends |
Fast forward about a month, I headed their way Friday morning with pure excitement for what was about to unfold. A few of us received that questionnaire text back in March. Everyone followed through, some with resistance, questioning the unknown.
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| Happy Little Dinosaur |
One of my tasks on Friday morning was creating a dressing room in the garage. Possibly manning the BBQ for a party of 10 on Saturday Night. The "drop off" outfit text went out to 9 of us and ALL 9 of us followed through. Lets Boogie On
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| The Evening Of The Full Moon - 04/07/2020 |
Keeping this job very rudimentary, used masking tape on the floor to layout changing stations. Stolen right out of WKRP in Cincinnati. Anchored a long white PVC pipe from those top shelves. Elementary but effective. Everyones dry-cleaned garments hung and dressed shoes placed directly under. Yes, the host paid for all the dry cleaning to ensure disinfected clothing conditions. Everyones appropriate bags were next to their shoes. A clothes pin attached note displaying their instructions to fold, bag their street clothes, and leave them in the garage.
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| Downtown On One Of My Night Rides |
I fabricated a door hanger for the side door leading into the garage that simply read - DO NOT JUST WALK IN - Please Knock First - THANK YOU
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| Organic Chicken, Sweet Fresh Garden Red Bells, And Early Season Corn On The Cob |
After the changing station, walking towards the kitchen door, a large bottle of sanitizer awaited those pumping hands. I admonished any minor details while the host continued stove top cooking and stirring. We worked well as a team and happily helped out as I saw fit.
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| The Poor Mighty Colorado River These Days |
A husband and wife duo rang the host on Wednesday or Thursday bowing out gracefully as the husband was claiming a common head cold had a terrifying grip on him. So now its a party for 8. Two less decorative table settings worked out for the better. What Would Cosmo Say
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| Loki Eyeing Up The Dudes Putt For A Solid Birdie Toss |
Everyones peregrination into the kitchen from the garage lit up their demeanor like a neon shop sign flashing OPEN. They were mesmerized or even captivated by all the insignificant details that went into this party. All the pre-texting questionnaires were a hit for building excitement leading up to the evening. And almost everyone made the comment," Do you know how long its been since we were out of the house on a Saturday Night?"
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| Another Parking Lot Roof Top Photo - Waiting For Mr Moon To Rise |
Me Personally, this weekend was so overdue. You have to understand something. As a bodyworker, I work on 2 to max 7 bodies a day, 9 to 25 bodies a week, and I haven't embraced even such as a friendly hug in months. I throughly enjoy gatherings, mingling, and interacting with mankind. I see value with human interactions. We all understand how beneficial human connections effects our minds, daily life situations, and well being.
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| Stoked About Fishing Out My Shark |
A pre dinner antic, one of the games was Double Yahtzee, I quickly sketched out sheets for everyone while the musical notes lofted across the room. I basically took two sheets of paper, folded into fourths, opened and tore, created simple columns without a ruler, and WALLA we had 5 playable columns to fill in. Two sets of five dices, one cup at 12 o'clock and one cup at 6 o'clock. You and the person across from you ONLY have one roll but together you agreed on what the best option for your sheet. The team of two combined rolls so we ended up up some wicked three of a kind combinations. The cups then move clockwise to the next "team" and so on. We quickly blew through the first game and eagerly played a second round while I bounced between the game and the BBQ.
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| My First Attempt With Acrylic Paints |
Talk about a riot!! This complexed counting game created a real sense of a communal vibes. We were cheering for each other, rooting on each outcome, and all the piss poor American egos went out the window. All while building up an appetite and hysterically laughing. Best Recipe Ever
Socializing over dinner was another highlight for sure. A full spectrum of concepts, current arts & craft projects, and dreamy travel plans as soon as possible. Of course we all shared photo phone pictures of pets, seasonal holidays, and other random tidbits.
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| Pull Out Your Favorite Book And Have A Seat |
We eventually spilled out back as the fire pit called. More synergetic laughter filled the quiet night sky. Stories from our youth. Ideas about whats next. Fixing all the first world problems. The must see Netflix series. Mostly, dominated by gratitude. Lost count of how many times I heard " This Is Great" and "Thank You". Everyone was so Phuc-N polite and appreciative. Love That
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| Pak Choi - Lettuce - Arugula - And Baby Beets |
The first two said their goodbyes and departed by 11pm ish. I would have to chalk that up to the first front that moved through. The 6 of us gazed upon the dancing flames as if we hadn't camped out in ages. You Know That Stare
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| More Salad Greens |
My heart was full of life again. We all felt full a life again. We all felt the true nourishment of camaraderie. Giggling like no others business. Chatting was the normalcy again. Desire for making eye contact just felt right again.
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| A Beautiful Row Of Gold Beets In Need Of Thinning |
By the midnight hour, we be a party of 5. A little bit of rain didn't bother us.
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| Easter Sunday Sunset - Just After The 8pm Howling |
Shortly after that, we now be 3.
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| 20F / -6C So I Waited Until 36F / 2C To Hop On The Road Bike |
One of our many common denominators throughout the evening was how we are all jonesing for live entertainment. Again, me personally, I was attending live shows at least twice a month BCV. I mean, the YouTube shows are lifesaving, but not quite the same. Right
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| Colorado Bluebird Day - Might Be 40F / 4C By This Shot |
I so miss the buzz of packing, pre-gaming in the hotel, embracing with old friends, and cutting loose like there is no tomorrow.
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| The Dude Owns The 4th Hole |
But our evening last night was our own microcosm and we mutually agreed just how wonderful it was to spend time surrounded by friends again. Zoom meetings have a purpose but doesn't do the body justice. Plus, none of us could wait until 2021.
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| Classic Story Here |
By about the 2am hour, it was me, myself, and I. Alone with my own thoughts while the propane enriched flames captivated my sleepy brown eyes. Reflecting upon the best weekend since my wedding trip to
San Diego.
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| Point Perspective - My Artistic Flare |
The evening felt a little like living out the movie
The Big Chill. Without the suicidal friend, minus all of us growing up from a young age together, and we certainly lacked the hollywood entourage. But the dancing, yes. Group activities, yes. Tackling the dishes collectively, yes. Cute funny stories, yes. Diving deep into tough subject matter, yes. Dissecting sensitive topics, yes. It was safe gathering, a welcoming bunch, and truly inspiring evening with no ulterior motives. Simply Being
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| The Dude Thinning The Golden Beets AND Carrots - He Is The Man |
GOALS:
- Burn The Legs
- Give The Acrylic Paints Another Go
- Consume More H2o
- Foam Roll Those Hammies
- Check In With Absent Friends
This post was our own doing. This blog is my own journey and journal entries. This post wasn't intend to step on any toes, promote a renegade lifestyle, or falsely create a projection that anyone is above the law. Yes, C19 Is Real. We collectively updated each other weekly regarding our health, body temperatures, and safety first in general. We were extremely cautious about clean hands, sensitive to others that were on the fence about joining us, and purposely did not offer up finger foods. No chips and dip, no basket of breads, and our corn was served with skewers.
I Sure Hope NONE Of You Have Been Offended,
Cheers
