Completely Unnecessary

After a year, I finally found an Irish dance class in Melbourne. So, Thursday night I went out in the pouring, freezing rain and danced my little heart out.

It is now Saturday, and I am still just in remarkable amounts of pain. I walk down stairs like I’ve been hit by a bus. I’ve chosen to sit on the floor to compose this entry, and it’s unclear to me if I’m going to be able to get back up afterwards.

It was awesome, obviously. I think we did more lunges that night than I’ve done collectively in my entire life. I just hope I’m fixed up enough to be able to dance the Monday night class.

Anyway, some of the pain was offset by a night on the town last night, which yielded Violeta and I drinking with post-conference archaeologists. Given the amount of pain I was in, I don’t feel I was given enough credit for the following interaction after last drinks were called:

Dave: So, how was hanging out with archaeologists?
Me: It was good. I dug it.

I only got a low five for that.

And only after I asked.

They’ve probably had years to come up with archeology puns, but that was right off the cuff! I am unappreciated in my time.

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