inaninterstellarburstiambacktosavetheuniverse!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm still obsessing about my 30th birthday. This weekend was the actual event, and I rang in the year by going to Oktoberfest downtown. My friend Sharon and I used my free tickets (thanks 102.5, and pool store for being boring) to get in and get dark beer, barbeque, and watch the polka madness. For some reason, beer goggles make me VERY attractive. I swear, I have never been so popular in my life - guys were staring at me, coming up to talk to me, etc. One guy kept making eye contact, but when he finally said something to me, I didn't notice because the band was so loud, and he ran away before I could respond. Oh, well, my fault probably, but a couple of tips for guys from this experience 1) Don't run away, the girl has to build up the courage to talk to you, too. Or, at least, don't run - saunter slowly away, like John Wayne getting rejected. You will look supercool AND she will have the chance to tap you on the shoulder and say, "Sorry, cute guy? What did you say?" like I wanted to. 2) If you want to talk to someone, try to have a smile on your face and look as if you're having fun. I mean, it's hard to help looking nervous but don't look as if your dog just passed away.

But you know, I'd be a bit intimidated too. Because after a couple of really low low years, I'm back. And I won't be stopped, not by 10-year-olds with ADHD and attitude (my students), moments of complete and utter silence during my Sunday school lessons (which, luckily, are sandwiched by really interesting discussions), or that damn guy who lives above me and walks back and forth across his apartment like a lion in a cage every time I play the guitar (I swear, it's not THAT bad.) Haters, beware. World, look the hell on out.