I spotted this in my camera roll. Evidently, I took the photo and immediately forgot about it.
Seeing it now brings it all back. I was hired to MC “Outdoor Bingo in the park” in NYC’s Bryant Park.
When I took the stage- I saw this dragonfly sitting on the microphone. I didn’t want to disturb it, so I stood by the microphone for a while, looking at it. I must’ve pulled out my phone and taken this picture- (that’s the part I don’t remember)
Now, usually when I take the stage to begin a show, I walk straight to the microphone and start in confidently-But because of the dragonfly, I stood there for a while, and people wondered, Why the awkward pause what was going on?
For the people in the front, I got their attention and pointed out the dragonfly. A few people were able to see it, but most weren’t.
From what I remember, I picked up the microphone stand and gave it a little shake-The dragonfly released and flew away, and a few people in the front applauded.
I introduced myself in the microphone and began the event.
The interesting part to me is not this little story itself, but this memory. It’s been stored away in a little place in my brain, and jogged loose because of this photograph.
Kind of interesting!
I never would’ve remembered this at all. I think, even if you had said to me, “do you remember when there was a dragonfly on your microphone?”
I would have said no- Looking at this photograph, it all came back to me.
Just think of all the memories we have stored away, that, barring a photo, or some other thing like a song or a smell, will never be shaken loose.
“Tonight’s Protien”
Senor @Powerdigm and I ate alone, as my darling bride wished to rest until we go to Wiseguys.
She has been looking forward to this since we bought the tickets 10 weeks or so ago.
She absolutely adores @tomshillue , he is her favorite, even more so than G2 ( @GregGutfeld ).
I had the 24 oz (681 gms) dry aged Porterhouse, cooked just medium rare’;
“ What temperature would you
like it?”
“130 F (54.4 C), and if it tries to crawl off the plate, that’s perfectly fine…”
I also had it ala ‘Oscar’, a dollop of lump crab meat with Asparagus, in hollandaise sauce in the center. Named after King Oscar II, in 1897. He was the last king to rule Sweden and Norway together. The original dish was ‘Veal ala Oscar’.
“I now have the strength to carry on…”
Pictures;
1. Mr @Powerdigm and myself, yes, I’m dressed in black wearing ‘Pink’ shoes. Why pink? Because they were size 14, and only $30 at the UnderArmor outlet..
2. My Porterhouse ala Oscar, the ...