First and Last First Friday and the start of a Bucket List

I've never thought of myself as one of those 'OMG, I need to experience and do this, this and this before I leave town'. That's just not me, in large part because I'm lazy and stuff.

But in the recent months and weeks, that mindset has taken hold. The last Springtime Tallahassee (not gonna miss it), the last two weeks of spring before hellish summer kicks in... driving down certain roads like Thomasville and Merdian at night, just so I will remember what they look like.

Sentimental shit.

I've even gone so far as to make a mental Bucket List in my head. And yeah, because I'm a lazy sod, it's not so much written down to be checked off as much as it exists in my head, things ready to be forgotten at the drop of a hat.

So last night I went to my first First Friday down at Railroad Square. I had never been, had no interest in going, but Nina said "come out and play", and me, being the perfect cult candidate and all,went. There were a LOT of people, shitty parking, and it all seemed very cool and at the same time very much not my scene -- like something I'd enjoy in a movie (characters in all black, tribal piercings, people with strange and new modes of transportations, folks hanging out under live oaks listening to music and gnoshing on organic whatnot).

But while feeling like I didn't fit in (and having a weird sense that maybe THIS is what the whole PNW is like, omg), but secure that hi, I'm the one in jeans and "twinsets", Chuck Taylors and that I'm outwardly simple and kind of buttoned up (except for the dress-down days where the tank tops, Chucks and whatever will keep me from suffocating in this heat make an appearance in force) THIS IS OKAY. I like "different" people, I just can't pull the outward appearance part off and I wonder why that's so significant at the moment.

It won't be a few day, so never fear.

So one thing knocked off my Bucket List -- only wish I could have done some of this when Hell wasn't threatening to descend, but oh well.

- So maybe I'll get to make it to the beach before The Nothing gets here.

- I'd like to walk around FSU campus in the wee hours of dawn and take pictures to remember the old place by. I did practically live there from birth to 14, and then three years of school, so it's kinda like home, even with all the modifications in recent years (hi, one should always be able to cross Woodward and have the Sword of Damoceles of Death hanging over ones head...not some stupid pedestrian mall with some silly statue in the middle of it all).

And yeah, I think those are the only two that I've got off the top of my head. SAD, but I'm working on it.