Mooning

I was walking out of a restaurant the other day when a man stopped me and told me I was beautiful and that he liked my style. Naturally, I did what I always do when a guy pays me a compliment, I gave him a dollar. Did I mention he was homeless?  My purse was bright orange, my scarf was blue and pink plaid and my shoes were red and clearly his compliment was meant to be ironic. Not hipster “isn’t this mustache hideous, yet I spent months growing it just right” ironic; just good, old fashioned irony that the person complimenting my style happens to be a bum and his outfit clashed less than mine did. I laughed and therefore he got my dollar. I don’t always give beggars/bums/homeless folk money, but when one makes me laugh (purposely or not), change just falls right out of my pocket and into their hands. 

Laughter is pretty darn important to me, and a sense of humor is one of my most cherished traits in myself and others. Laughter is key to my happiness. I think laughter and a good sense of humor go along with that whole argument that a positive attitude/outlook will get you father than finding faults and negativity in everything. Laughter is the best medicine, isn't that how the saying goes?  One person who exhibits this every time I see him is my friend Mike. I wrote about him briefly in this post, but my words cannot do justice to the enthusiasm and gratitude that he meets each day with, not to mention that he is pretty darn funny too. Last night, he hosted his monthly Mike's Moonlight Run, where a group of 20 or so of his friends, teammates, family, etc run by the full moonlight around Lady Bird Lake. This was the first time I attended, but won't be the last. It was chilly and dark, but very fun and I got in a much needed 5 mile run with a great group of fit folks. Photo by Mike....