Halter Top

You know when you hear people say, “She’s a blast!” or “She can really let loose and party!”?  Yeah, that’s not me.

I’d like to think I’m fun to be around, but I’m not a blast.  I don’t drink beer from a bottle, I don’t even like beer for that matter.  I have recently developed an appreciation for basketball, but I really like high school basketball and I’m not sure how cool that is.

I don’t wear shirts with witty sayings on them and I don’t have any desire to take pole dancing lessons.  Going to a bar for me is like going to the beach…I can’t just hang around, I need be doing something.  Not very cool.

While I appreciate the lyrics to Jimmy Buffet’s songs and I want to be able to relate, I just don’t. It’s not in my makeup.  I’ve never been tubing on a river or just chilled.  I don’t even think it’s possible for me to chill unless I’m reading a good book and I don’t think that’s what Jimmy’s talking about.

This whole “non-fun girl” thing has puzzled me ever since I tried to change my name to Traci with an “i”.  That sounded more “fun” in high school, so I actually have things that are signed as Traci.  Who the hell is she?  I am so Tracy with a “y”, but the “i” made me sound fun, right?

Wrong.  Nothing changed and it only lasted a couple of months.

This weekend I again ventured into the “I need to be more fun” realm.

Bike Week has been going on in Scottsdale, Arizona.  I looked it up and informed Michael I’d like to go on Saturday night.

To his credit he entertained me for quite a while.  I went online and began reading the events to him. There would be examples of all different types of motorcycles, sounded good.  Neither one of us ride motorcycles, but Michael could appreciate the design and I could people watch.

There would be live music.  Sounded perfect on a Saturday Night.

Outside venue…Great!  A million kinds of food and drink…Check!

A Miss Bike Week Pageant  and a Wet T-Shirt Contest…Excuse me?  At that point Tracy with a “y” just smiled and Michael laughed.  He knows me so he waited for my objection.

I held strong and said I’d still like to go.  I can watch a wet t-shirt contest…sure I can.  I can be fun, damn it.  I went back to my office.

Michael and I tried a new restaurant and went to see a play on Saturday night. Traci with an “i” was nowhere to be found and I had a great time.  There was nothing raucous or out of control about it and everyone at dinner had dry clothes. It was fun, I was fun, and I ate ox tail which was kind of crazy, right?

Accepting who you are and still pushing yourself to try new things…another key to life.  I would have done Bike Week, but there was no way I was going to support something that still had a wet t-shirt contest.  I just couldn’t do it.  I’ll have to wait for another time to explore my biker side.

That’s all from the laundry room.  Satin Sheets are Too Slippery.

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