I just passed a fairly big milestone. And I was too busy living to remember or acknowledge it.
I think this means I’ve really, really moved on.
Three years ago, I moved out of my cute 1920s bungalow. I left behind half of my stuff and a bad relationship. I moved into a tiny apartment. I cried the entire time.
When I decided to move, I had $25.35 to my name.
But I was wealthy in the really important ways. I had so many wonderful friends who went out of their way to help me in ways that I didn’t even know how to ask.
One of those friends took me out for drinks one cold January night. We sat in a booth and made fun of a girl in zebra-striped pants in a smoky bar. It was one of the first times I remembered really, really laughing in forever.
We made plans for white trash pub crawls. And right then and there, I decided I needed to ride a mechanical bull.
While we have visited our share of white trash bars – bars of the people, if you will – we’ve not yet visited an establishment with a mechanical bull. But the allure of the electric rodeo will not be denied.
Riding a bull has been in the back of my mind for lo these three long years. Some people want to run a marathon or visit every state. I just want to sit upon and then get thrown from a bucking mechanical contraption that’s supposed to represent a sexually frustrated mammal.
It’s good to have goals.
So, I had completely forgotten about the anniversary of my big move. I was busy doing Stuff. Take, for instance, yesterday.
Yesterday, my department at Corporate Behemoth had our holiday outing. We went to a steakhouse. We drank. We rode the mechanical bull.
Yes.
I was totally game. And then I chickened out. And then I just up and did it.
I rode a mechanical bull in front of all my coworkers. I was sweating profusely, and I’m sure they saw sweat when I raised my arm a la Urban Cowboy. It seemed like I was on the bull for about two weeks, but actually, it was maybe five seconds because maybe the guy felt sorry for me and didn’t make it buck me immediately.
But, I rode a mechanical bull. My entire body hurts, I have a weird bruise on the inside of my thigh, and my hand is bruised all to hell. But here’s the thing:
I did it.
Just like how I went from $25.35 to owning my own home. Just like how I went from completely destroyed to forgetting about it.
It wasn’t pretty. But it’s done. And now I need a new life goal.
And if anyone suggests marathon, I’m giving you a roundhouse kick to the skull.
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4 comments:
You looked fabulous on the bull. I was sooo disappointed when I thought you wouldn't ride it, because that was my whole goal in going to the party, which I didn't feel like going to at all. You are one of my favorite people at Corporate Behomoth.
Sister Little tipped me off to your blog. I have no idea how she found it. God bless the Internets. I just read every word, and though I think I am probably the Office Overtalker, I still love you even more for having read it. (If I am, I totally deserved it at the time.)
PS: I recognized you from the shoes even before I saw the photo.
PPS: I promise I won't tell ANYONE. Contrary to my normal "my life is an open book" persona, I am quite good at keeping secrets when they are important. I wondered if I should tell you I found your blog, and though I don't want you to feel edited, I couldn't not tell you.
Hola! Looks like Dorothy beat me to the punch. I stopped by to take a looksee and I thought, serously, can there possibly be TWO mechanical bull stories going on in one day that aren't connected?? Love the blog!! :)
I love you guys - thank you! I love both of your blogs. And it's great to be out of the closet.
Go Cha Cha!!!! I want a picture up here of you riding that bull. What's next? Skydiving?
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