Weeknotes 107 - Fun is all there is 2

A friend emailed with their own stories of people questioning their three-letter name. Their email made me laugh so hard, and kept me chuckling for the rest of the day. Part of it was obviously that they’re a really funny person, but I also really enjoyed unexpectedly sharing a fun moment with someone who’s not my partner. I can’t wait to get my vaccine so that those little moments with friends and strangers can become a normal part of my everyday experience again.
Absolutely loved Phil’s Half-century notes. I admire Phil’s writing and perspective on life.
Only two weeks ago I wrote about planning to buy an electric guitar once I get half-way decent. Well, what do you know. I snapped and bought one already! Why deny myself fun? Fun is all there is.
The guitar is light seafoam colour, almost the same shade as one of my bikes, and crucially, same colour as my IVY PARK x Adidas trouser suit. I can plug it into a tiny amp or into my iPad. Different presets in GarageBand on the iPad let me become different kinds of rockstars. I love the way my acoustic sounds, but standing next to my amp pretending I’m in the background of Prince’s video is just way more fun than merely getting a crisp fire-side sound.
On a completely unrelated note we re-watched School of Rock.
I am making more of an effort to use “social media” less. The less I open Instagram or spend my time reading RuPaul’s Drag Race-related subreddits the better my general mood. It’s kinda sad because it feels a bit like throwing the baby out with the bath water. In this metaphor the baby is, for example, hilarious Instagrams from a friend documenting passing the time in quarantine hotel, or Instagram stories from another friend documenting everything they hate about their rental kitchen. That’s the kind of stuff I feel really sad about missing out on.