vaya con pance

home sweet hokies November 22, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 11:45 am

Reporting live from Blacksburg, Virginia. Survived an extra long trip home late Friday night/early Saturday AM, where I learned I will never trust driving behind a truck transporting cars. I will also never trust rocking chairs. But I digress.

Yesterday was superb fun times attending the last home game of the season. As per what has slowly become tradition, we swiped extra large disposable to-go coffee cups from Sheetz, heated up some apple cider and viola! Oh. And just add rum. Lil’ more. Lil’ more. One to grow on. Okay done. The perfect Traveling Toddy for tailgate hopping.

One stop was to see Cousin Tracy’s old co-worker who had had quite a few “iced teas” by the time we arrived (“iced tea” to our “coffee” I say). She was runnin’ around, laughing and tellin’ stories and having a good ol’ time, when Tracy noticed her shoe was untied. So next time she swung by us we stopped her and whispered, “Honey, your shoe’s untied.”

She looked at us. Looked down. Looked back at us. And with the most yes-I’m-dead-serious expression said, “Oh I know, [frustrated sigh] no one will tie it for me! I’ve been asking people all day!” ┬áHahaha. Good answer. Good freakin’ answer.

Finally captured “Enter Sandman” on my own personal video. Gives me goosebumps every time.


ink about it November 19, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 2:44 am

I have a girl crush on my Wednesday morning spinning instructor. I’ve been attending her class since February (maybe she’ll bring me something in celebration of our year anniversary!) and it’s my absolute favorite gym trip of the week. She’s challenging, empowering and, let me tell you, music selection can make or break a class, and she consistently delivers a stellar set list. I’ve often thought about bringing in paper to jot down songs for later iTuning, but I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of my beloved. Or stop spinning to write, for that matter.

Usually she wears long cycling pants, but last week she rolled in with shorts on. I wouldn’t normally have noticed, except that I spied a rather large, crooked tattoo of a black bicycle across her left calf muscle. Woah. Woooah. I mean, is this what guys feel like when they’re makin’ out with a new girl and they suddenly find a HOLY-WHO-PUT-THAT-THERE tattoo staring back at them?

My face fell with disappointment. I wanted to say, “No, Spin Goddess. No. Bad idea.” This week I showed up to class hoping it would be gone, that it was maybe a *temporary* thing, applied… for… a bike party?!? A spinners pot luck?!? Alas, there it was. And still crooked. Once you fall from cool it takes a lot to right-size yourself.

BUT – I’m nothing if not loyal. And she played extra-good music yesterday (to win me back?). OK. OK. Break-up averted. Our relationship is strong enough to endure the miles of rough imaginary road ahead.


sidewalk rage November 16, 2009

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[Sorry I haven’t posted in a bit. I guess I was waiting for the proverbial mooood to strike. But seein’ that it’s been over a week and nothing has struck, I will man-up and force the issue. Calling writer Pance. Come in, writer Pance.]

I ran errands in the city this past Saturday, which included a stop at Sur la Table in SoHo. I loathe SoHo. On any given weekend its itty-bitty sidewalks and cobblestone streets swarm with B&Ters and multiple-bag toting annoyanites. I got off the F train at Broadway/Lafayette knowing full well the whole time my body instinctively moved toward Broadway, I should be choosing to walk down empty, unassuming Crosby St. instead. Both roads lead to Sur la Table in equal measure, one would just be deemed more, in driver speak, “the back way.” Boiling with frustration, haste and ILiveHere entitlement, I think I bowled over 3 sauntering shoppers and yelled “MOVE FASTER” to at least one.

Just because I don’t have a car, doesn’t mean I don’t suffer *the rage*. In NYC it just manifests itself on the sidewalks as opposed to the roads. Hmmmm, if I only had a horn.


halloweekend November 4, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 12:57 pm

The closing of October makes me sad. It makes me sad because it begins with a bang (birthday), never fails to be one of the most beautiful weather months of the year (how ’bout that foliage?!?), and then ends with a killer [pun?] holiday – magical in its ability to be fun for all ages.

This year was extra bitter sweet realizing with each day I woke up in New York, last year I was crawling out of bed somewhere brand new out west. However, a lifelong subscription to GoGoPance affords me literary do-overs. So. Yay!

Last weekend the denouement of October 2009 was commemorated with some camping (mmm steak tacos) and hiking in Pennsylvania, followed by the annual Spory Halloween Bash. Beer pong with babies, mulleted skulls, Roy G. Biv jello shots and of course a little Dance Party USA. Bonus = a bacon, egg and cheese morning.

All in all, a most excellent ‘weenie weekend had by all.

(credit to Gregg for last two pics) ­čÖé