Welcome to the Jungle/Iceland

In honor of flashback Friday, here’s a fun one for you…

Last summer, my husband and I took a trip to Iceland. 

It. Was. Amazing.

Omg the views.

Anyway, something strange was going on the particular week we were there. It was a really really big deal. Like, everyone was freaking out big deal. 

Guns ‘N Roses were performing. And it turns out this would be the biggest concert to ever happen in Iceland’s history. 

Guns ‘N Roses. In 2018. 

Apparently it is quite difficult to convince tours to stop in Iceland. I read something about how boats had to bring everything over, and for one show, that does seem a bit costly. 

So yes. This was a huge deal. It’s all they talked about on the radio. People were talking about it in the bars. Our city tour guide was even bubbling over with excitement. 

I went through a really serious 80’s music phase in my later high school/early college years and they were obviously a central part of my playlist. So I started fangirling pretty hard. 

Alas, we decided to skip it. Because, in theory, we could catch them somewhere in the United States if we really wanted to, and our days were jam packed with hiking exotic and beautiful parts of the country- something we wouldn’t be able to do elsewhere.

However….

Because we went out to dinner (early, of course, because we’re old souls) one night and, as we were walking back, we found ourselves coming upon a small crowd outside of a small boutique hotel. 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if people were waiting for the band, Kyle? Let’s see what’s going on!” “Excuse me, is there something going on here?”

“Yes, we’re waiting for Guns ‘N Roses to come out to head to the show.”

YES.

I saw Slash in real life. 

For maybe 3 seconds, but it COUNTS.

I lobbied to stay longer, because the word on the street was Axl had not yet shown his face. But Kyle pointed out this was Axl we were talking about, and he was probably going to be another 3 hours, even if the show started in 2. 

So I lost that battle. 

BUT SLASH! In the year 2018! 

Thank you, Iceland, for making that dream come true. 

Also, I did crafts there. 

Iceland is known for their knitting, and even do guided multi-day knitting tours. Luckily no one saw my crochet hook and tossed me out of the country!

Thanks, Iceland. You’re the best. 

– Amy 

Nerd

I am, by definition, a bit of a nerd.

It used to be such a big deal to try and be “cool”. And I did try… back in the day… 20 years ago… (omg).

But honestly? Not giving two shits about what others think is way more fun. 

Hi, mom. I’m sorry you had to see that. But “two shits” was the best way to get my point across without dropping the f-bomb. I like to think restraint was shown.

But anyway, I am a nerd. 

The first time this was embraced publicly was when I joined a book club approximately 8 years ago. And then another. Two book clubs at the same time! 

There are so many jokes and memes about “oh, I’m just in it for the wine… lolz”. That’s not me. I joined for the books. Because I just really love to read. I even completed the 50 book challenge on Goodreads a couple of years ago (so did my coauthor Bailey, but don’t tell her I told you that). 

Eventually, the two book clubs slowly dwindled in membership and went away. Which seemed unfortunate, but then I was invited into another book club (do I have a reputation or something?). And that one is in its 5th year, so I’m feeling pretty confident about the staying power of it. 

And after 5 years, we’ve really gotten to know each other. So it’s not a surprise the knitters/crocheters of the club found each other. What luck!  

While crochet is often considered a solo hobby, I’ve seen groups of older ladies clubbing it up at Panera with their hooks and yarn. And I’ve been jealous.

So this week, a few of us book clubbers decided to meet for extracurricular activities. 

Hooking and beer!

Wait. 

Crochet hooking and beer!

That’s better. 

What a funny little gathering we were, organizing our yarn as we examined the beer list. 

There were a few double takes, specifically from the waitress as one of the girls unzipped and displayed her crochet hook collection for the rest of us to ohhh and ahhh over.

Perhaps we would have gotten a few less stares had we been in a coffee shop?

Maybe next time.

Besides, a double IPA pairs nicely with most stitches. (Just a FYI on that.)

What makes you a nerd? And where do you crochet?