This Is This

Everyone’s got their comfort zone and everyone should leave it once in a while. I’ve got mine. It isn’t much, but I like it. Keeps the rain off and it’s a place where I can do what I choose and be myself. But everyone has to leave it.

I left mine this weekend and I’m not just talking about looking out the peephole into the corridor, or dialling nine to get out. I mean about walked out the door, went down to the lobby, smiled at the doorman and bye bye Marriot Clifton Towers. I mean “travelcard-not-valid” left my zone.

This weekend we went to a fundraiser posh meal organised by Wife for the school of Son, 5.

Zone 1- To The Nines
Wore a suit. Yeah. I don’t wear a suit to work and I so seldom wear them that the time before this I dug out the suit and there was a funeral service booklet in it from last winter.

Zone 2 - Bought A Stranger A Drink
I bought a beer for the DJ and sent Wife over to give it to him. On a normal day, you wouldn’t get much change out of a million for how good she looks, but when she gets dressed up to go out, you’re talking about eight or nine figures.

Zone 3 - Squared Up
I walked past a drunk guy who caught my eye and said, for no reason: “Fuck off.”

Normally I would walk away and think “wanker”. I was by myself because wife was talking to her friends and I don’t think he was with anyone. He just wanted to see my reaction. On any other day would be the old “retreat and think” tactic. Never fails. Then again, never anythings.

So I turned to him and said: “What?”

He said it again: “Fuck off.”

I took two steps up to him and saw he’s about 6 inches taller than me.

I looked at him and asked: “What did you say?”

Him: “What?”

Me: “You said something. Maybe I didn’t catch it, because of the music, but you said something to me.”

Him (hesitating): “Uh - what?”

Me: “What did you say?”

He paused and tried to think of something else in a predictable drunk way, and slurred: “You enjoying yourself, pal, eh?”

Me: “Yeah. Oh yeah.”

I clicked my beer bottle against his wine glass and look at him. He paused and looked a little embarrassed before he said: “Good.”

Zone 4 - Getting Down
I finished by beer and danced with Wife. Third time in my life ever and not the last.

Zone 5 - Chipping In
I hit the blackjack tables (second time ever and not the last) and tripled my (fake) money, ending with more money that anyone on the table and winning with the best cards for the last hand of the night.

I would not normally do any of these things, but there they were. Out the comfort zone, turn left at anxiety, go straight past familiar and you’re there.

I should read my horoscope this week just to see what it said. I haven’t read my stars since I was a kid. I don’t believe in any of that rubbish. But then again, I would say that, cause I’m a Sagittarius.

Computer works now. Woo hoo!

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