“Well, it's not like I do this every day. . ."

Last week I mentioned seeing yourself from the outside-in because I looked through a set of photos and more than once found myself wildly gesturing in the background. This week I bring you more outside-in snaps, but this time it's evidence of my white-man's-overbite:
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All this holiday revelry reminds me of the days when I used to be a regular at fundraising events. As you know, the nature of such events is you end up seeing the same group of people five or six times a year. These aren't your close friends, they're barely even acquaintances, they're simply people you've shared a table with, or accompanied to a post-event party, and come to recognize over time. The problem is you only know them in one setting which is a superficially social. I say it's a problem because when I see fund-raising-guy-or-gal at the bank, I wave, mouth "Hey!" then through my smile mutter, "ya drunk." It's shallow, I know, but it cracks me up.
Last weekend, after the impromptu dance party and a Packers victory, we end up back at UFB's restaurant for a post game celebration. I strike up a conversation with a guy I see at the games maybe once or twice a year, and we yuk it up like old times. He points to another recognized party-goer who points back, recognizes me, we wave, give a thumbs up and mouth "Yo!" to one another across the crowded bar.
It's late and my eyesight isn't what it used to be, but I swear I see him mutter "ya drunk" as he turns back to his group.
Well played, annual-green-bay-packer-man, well played.
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