So the death defying re-kicked off. Sure enough it was a blend of people I did it with last time and a bunch of people from other groups. It was also quite a large session too, about 20 or so people.
The death defying can be a little physical so I was worried about the impact of my now-fucked knee. But fortunately theWife strapped me up old school style with a wrapped bandage gaffer-taped in place and the knee didn't bother me that much save for going up and down stairs.
It was an absolute joy catching up with the lads from the first time of death defying, getting to hang with them and shoot the shit in the break and afterwards, as well as getting to meet and talk to the new guys. Plus the activities we explored tonight were most interesting and there were kaks aplenty when people attempted stuff they'd learned. Naturally I went to the gutter—oh, Mikey, why must you always mention anal?—and on more than one occasion resorted going for cheap laughs by pronating my gut out so I looked like a living version of the crescent moon the kid fishes from that appears at the start of DreamWorks movies.
That's just classy right there.
Anyhoo I'm glad I'm back in the saddle and I look forward to sallying forth next week.
One odd thing did happen at the pub we repaired to following the end of the session. On my way out of the door a girl from a table next to us asked if I wanted to dance. I think she also works at the pub and thus it was likely an attempt at trying to get people onto the then-empty dance floor. I had my Woolies shopping bag and was clearly rugged up for leaving but I stammered a 'oh ... sorry ... just leaving' and said thanks anyway but it was a totally surreal experience to have been asked for a dance since it's never ever happened to me before. Part of me darkly suspected it may have been a joke—ha, ha, I asked fatty for a dance!—but most of me thinks that it was a nice thing for her to have asked me to help her launch a 'hey everyone, let's dance!' attempt.
How absolutely just joyously fucked that even if I wasn't leaving just at that moment, thanks to my fucked knee, I couldn't have danced anyway.
Ah, universe, you've won this round ... again.
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