normally my ‘weekend shenanigans’ might consist of making pancakes on saturday and playing a video game for too many hours, but this weekend was no normal weekend! distinguishing factors included:
- playing music outside of our own home
- visits from friends
- sun + outside air
- commandeering of public spaces
- in-person tabletop gaming
on friday night bret and I hosted an Irish traditional music session at a local bar/restaurant. it was the third one we’ve put on here in alabama and the first where we were joined by a local musician! at our other sessions, we’d imported some wonderful musician friends from our old stomping grounds in tallahassee and just hoped we’d attract some local folks. I am so happy we’ve finally made a connection. I’m not sure I can adequately put into words how good it feels to share a tune in common with people I’ve never met. to contribute to a common groove and resonate on the same frequencies with new energies, new sounds, new faces; it’s magical. anyway, beer and tunes and friends and new ones; it was great.
a few of the out-of-towners camped out at our place on friday night and we shared a low-key breakfast of non-fail vegan banana bread (don’t ask about the three other cakeloafthings), coffee from the french press, and anoushka shankar (who is not only the most incredible sitar player I’ve heard, but also some kind of magical mermaid siren lady.)
the afternoon held for us a game of cornhole played on the open field between our apartment and the public library. I have a fondness for the game of cornhole that could easily be called strange since I’ve never so much as launched one of the bags of corn from my own hand. nonetheless I proudly rep the non-athletic-kid banner on the sidelines, slathered in sunscreen, attending to a tray of hot teas I brought out like a servant from a bollywood film, all the while shouting “CORRRRRNHOLE”, “corn in the hole!”, “you corned my hole!” and a slew of other dirty-sounding but non-actually-dirty corn-related things at any and every opportunity. playing in that field was a-maize-ing; it felt badass and community-like and awesome in ways that I haven’t quite put my finger on to own that public space. it was ours. it was no one’s. it was just awesome.
we lunched together, sharing a feast of coconut-cilantro millet, roasted eggplant hummus, sprouted mung beans, carrots, and a cornucopia of our local CSA veggies: cucumber, roasted sweet potato, and mixed baby greens with lemon-tahini dressing. we ate with our hands for maximum feels. and then the four of us who usually play a game interstate via google+ hangouts gamed together in the same room for hours and hours and it was glorious; gut-wrenching brutal crazy horrific triumphant gritty sad happy glorious.
I’m so ridiculously excited to have lived this weekend, and I am so happy you’re here to share it with me. thank you for reading my stories, suffering my terrible puns, and connecting with me and my life. namaste.