Tonight, you guys, I did the thing I have been a little nervous about doing: I took my mandolin to the jam session at the old courthouse. Everybody was welcoming and encouraging, and it was big fun in a brain-bendy way. It's hard: there's no sheet music anywhere, so you just have to pick up the tunes by listening. And they move at a brisk pace, so it had my brain firing on every single cylinder.
I was inspecting my calluses at the end when a big bearded guy walked up to me and said, "So are you a nun?"
I said, "...No. Thirty years married, five children."
Today I am wearing a swingy black tank dress with a teal underlayer, like so:
I'm also wearing highly visible festive handknit socks, with shoes that show them off. Do these look like nun socks?
Apparently the nuns in his world wear stripy slightly mismatched handknit socks, maybe?
That's kind of a weird opener, is it not? I think I'll go back anyway, but who knew mandolin-playing nuns were a thing?
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