I didn’t play soccer as I usually do on Tuesday this week. The real reason was because I was busy helping out with a fast-approaching deadline, but the more entertaining reason is that I didn’t want to make a habit of getting injured on the field. I mentioned last time that I messed up my knee slamming head-first into another player. That was last week on Tuesday. On Friday I had a fellow teammate vigorously stomp on the inside my heel with his cleats. The bruising’s still going down on that one.

But anyways. Saturday afternoon I almost volunteered myself to help valet cars for some guy’s birthday party, a weak second-degree connection through someone I know in a neighboring ward. Figured it’d be a fun way to shoot the breeze with some new people; I was visualizing the scene at Callie’s wedding at the barn.

Then they got down to specifics, and I’d be expected to wear a white shirt, black pants and black tie. Thankfully of the three items I only have a white shirt, and they were strict on the dress code, so I was able to get myself out of it.

So instead I spent some time reading out by our out-of-service pool.

That evening I headed to a Mid-Singles Mocktail Party in Seattle with some friends. Drove over with a cool investigator, met a few people at the chapel, gave my number to a biophysicist PhD student, not hopeful I’ll hear anything back but whatever.

Today I had my roommate and a couple other friends over to Google. I made the mistake a couple weeks ago of having friends over and not reminding them to keep photos off social media. Now I have a queue of people I need to take through at some point. In actuality, the group I had over today was one I would’ve brought over anyways. One of them’s visiting from Germany for a while, the other’s a real good friend I’ve known since soon after moving here.