Walked around in 100+ degree heat for hours for the frat outing.
The frat outing was basically a quest chain. The active members and some alumni wandered around campus to new members like me who were being quest NPCs. We’d do trivia, play games, etc.
In true wow nerd fashion, I made signs with a wow quest npc ! on one side and a ? on the other. I used an image of the actual icons. I vectorized them, blew them up, gave them a dark color from the frat brand color list as a background, had them printed, taped one ? and one ! back to back and mounted it on stir sticks from my local hardware store.
As we were finishing one of our members not with the group had an idea, ran to someplace along the way to our destination, and stood there holding up a “!” and the group noticed the sign, and him, and went to him.
He then did the bridge of death skit from Monty Python. As the last member on the quest was asked the last question of “What is the average airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?” that member got confused and didn’t know.
I sauntered on over with my cane and said, “What do you mean? African or European?”
It was good.
The actual party was really low key. One of our alumni came in drag as a gender swapped link from Zelda. I went full steampunk. Three of the frat boys dressed in leotards with tutus and fairy wings and said they were the fairies from Cinderella (or something). One was a wood elf, one had a plastic sword, a cape, and some leather arm armor. One of the alumni wore a shirt with a different frat lettering as his costume. It was all very good.
Dry frat. No booze at the party. One of the guys grilled chicken breasts. We had all sorts of snack trays and whatnot.
I made a sparkling punch recipe I found online that looked awfully familiar—Someone had posted the same recipe that my family used to use online. It was very popular. It’s easy to make and has a great balance between sweet, sour, and tangy.
Most importantly, it was a taste from my childhood, and I got to share it.
Between the outing and party I went to the doctors to meet my new trans informed doctor. He wore pink scrubs and a trans flag lanyard for his badges. He’s either a very flamboyant gay man, or a very flamboyant trans man, but I love him.
Medical stuff
The MRI found I had a burst popliteal cyst, something very painful. My googling shows these are caused by arthritis. I need to do more reading but this is another piece of evidence towards me having arthritis in my knees, like I’ve been telling people for over twenty years of people not believing me. I feel vindicated. They’re going to be giving me a topical gel for pain, and accupuncture, and physical therapy to start with.
I’m going to try to get into better shape this summer. They’re giving me a med that helps with weight loss. Usually for diabetes but they found it’s great and non stimulant.
The doctor also is in alignment with me when it comes to treating my thyroid hormone issues, rather than get me slightly under the max in the long tail, were going to get me into the middle of the bell curve.
So low carb diet, reducing calories, fixing the thyroid, the weight loss med, and doing weight training is going to hopefully help me drop that weight I gained during the three months of no kitchen then the whole covid lockdown.
. Yet the normal kilt with long boots oh that’s embarrassing for him. Huff!