Shirtless dance parties, acroyoga, and the worst hangover

A post that I had started writing about a month ago...

Just when you thought that your life had reached a status quo, a guy hits on you and although you find out later during a 2 a.m. phone call that he has a girlfriend, he turns out to be an in to a highly interesting group of 20-somethings and 30-somethings aka the Staunton Townies.
Long-story-sort-of-short, Saturday my plan was originally to hike with the aforementioned male however, he got called into work and we met up later at a bar (essentially the only bar in Staunton). His gal got kicked out of the bar for being "too drunk" and so I stayed behind with a friend, Anne, and an acquaintance Kevin Murray (who was wearing a captain's hat the first time we met). They took me to one of their friends apartments and within minutes Anne had suggested we do acroyoga which quickly turned into a lot of shenanginans (or bennigans as Anthony used to say) of three people standing on one bar stool and me upside-down on Kevin's shoulders trying to press my feet against the ceiling to "keep us balanced" and more.
The night for me wrapped up around 3 a.m. after dancing for about an hour with two half-naked men, one of whom was Tim Darley's doppleganger, and then getting serenaded by the same two. They had the Box Tops playing. Check out their song "The Letter."
Anywho, the moral of the story is, I thought there were no cool people in Staunton besides the ones that I had already met and had resigned myself to a fairly uninteresting year but life surprised me and sent an epic dance party my way. Come down and join the dance.

Updates since the last shenanigan...

A Wednesday night not too long ago post watching Amadeus with my 68 year old neighbor Bruce, I receive a text from Kevin (mentioned above) asking "What are your thoughts on pool?"
So at 11 p.m., I walk downtown to another bar, Luigis (apparently there is more than one bar in Staunton, but still, not much to brag about) to find Kevin and Tim Darley's doppleganger playing pool with some other townies. No surprise there, the text gave it away. They play a couple games, win both, pretending like it is no big deal. Kevin and I switch to darts in which he wins too. We switch to cornhole. Yes, there is indoor cornhole in Virginia. Turns out I suck at cornhole.
Dancing ensues. Shirts stay on this time -- thankfully as we are at a bar. 2 a.m. arrives and a drunk Lisa, Kevin, and doppleganger stagger outside. Black man hands us a cd of his "Married to the Struggle." We walk to the top of my street to a tiny park and look at the stars, naming the constellations we know.
We discuss getting blankets from my apartment and sleeping outside. I invite both of them to my place to crash instead as my roommate is at her boyfriends for the night. Kevin declines but doppleganger follows me inside.
We listen to the aforementioned cd "Married to the Struggle." It's not very good.
Eventually decide it is time to crash. It is now 5 a.m. I give doppleganger the choice between futon, Jenna's bed, or snuggle sesh in my room. He lays down on my bed and we chat a little more. Now mind you, this man is very good looking and does professional wood working for a living. We climb under the covers. He takes off his shirt but leaves his jeans on. I ask if he comfortable wearing jeans to sleep in, thinking he will take them off and sleep in his briefs. Nope. Gets completely naked.
But nothing happens. NOTHING! Some cuddling. He rubbed my back for a while. But really, nothing happened!
A quick fill in - when we first got to my apartment, doppleganger received a text from Kevin (I happened to look down exactly when the text came in) that said "Really man??" And since then, Kevin has formally asked me out on a date, which I declined since I have no attraction to him outside of friendship. I've bumped into both of them since. Got in a heated argument with doppleganger over something completely stupid and too many drinks into the night during Steve and Max's visit from NYC this past weekend. Things are OK with Kevin although I still feel badly about not being able to accept his dating offer.
Work the next day was miserable. And pretty much all I could stomach was a V8 Splash and a few pistachios. Luckily, a thunderstorm hit and I got to lay down on the porch of our shed at the farm til it passed.

So that's it for now! Miss you all as always and looking forward to our next adventure together whenever that may be but hope it is sooner than later! Mwah!