Saturday Night

So I spent tonight at a fashion show at an art gallery. My wife and a bunch of other artists were modeling some wearable art made by an artist in the old mill building that houses 150 plus artist studios. Here I was, a guy who was put on this earth to destroy things, crush little bunnies, fight monsters on remote islands, lots of stuff, Evel Knievel type stuff. Where was I going with this, oh, so I'm sitting here with a bunch of quilt loving old ladies mixed in with the cast from one flew over the cuckoos nest, sipping white wine and snacking on mini powdered doughnuts on a Saturday night. Saturday night! I should be out pounding bad guys with my cinderblock- like fists.