NaBloPoMo Day Twenty: In Which I Get Invited To A Party

I did two interesting things today. The first thing was a prenatal water aerobics class I went to, because I had nowhere else to go, really, and I wanted to do something I've never done before. My mother works as a physical therapist assistant at a local rehabilitation pool. She invited me to come spend the day with her, and thus I did so. Have you ever ridden the bus before with only a vague idea of your destination and no idea at all of where the bus might go? I have.

I've always looked younger than I am, but I tend to have the demeanor, give off the impression, of being older.

Now, I know you're all thinking I led all the pregnant ladies on by saying I was pregnant. That's not what happened. My mom had taught their class the day before and told them I'd be coming to next class. But! One lady wasn't there to hear this information. She asked me at one point, "How far along are you?" To which I replied, "About nine weeks." And then giggled, and told the truth.

The second interesting thing that happened was a particularly fun poetry night. One of my pals was there to jam with me beforehand. What I didn't know about this pal was that he has a seasonal cigarette, every season. One cigarette. He smokes this one cigarette at the beginning of each season, with few exceptions. We were waiting for our friend Dave to arrive, for a light, and after he did, we sat in the overcast twilight and just chilled.

Round one of poetry ended and Dave and I went outside to chill again. This time, some of the stoner kids from last week came with. I kind of like those stoner kids. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's just because they're so cuddly-looking. Like the kind of cuddly that needs to crash at your place for the night and then the week and then three years. And all they do is toke up and play Halo.

And you come home from work and at first you're a little pissed off that they haven't gotten a job, but then your will breaks and you sit down and take a hit.

I never posted on Tuesdays before NaBloPoMo. I wonder if that's good or bad. The more interesting things happen to me on the days I don't get home until it's far too late to write a post. But I'm glad to hare with you now. Only eleven more days of NaBlo, and I'm honestly kind of sad. More importantly, though, there are six days until Samson & Goliath opens up Kilby.