One of the best ways to unblock myself from creativity is to go to a public place, pick a random person and tell their story… the way I imagine it, of course.
I took Mike ‘glamping’ for our surprise weekend getaway – a cute little one bedroom cabin with a fire pit, rustic view, no television and barely any phone reception. It was perfect. We went hiking, biking, watched the surfers while drinking beer on the beach and told stories.
One of the nights, we hit dinner in a super cozy small town at a quaint Victorian house style restaurant. Sitting right next to our romantic party of two set up was a bachelorette party. And while the bride-to-be had a pink sash and each attendee had curled hair, some sort of strappy dress and a clutch handbag, they didn’t hit any sort of level of ‘celebration’ they were dressed for, which led us to ponder… “What’s their story?”
A table of about ten gals turned out to be pretty mischievous, evil, whacky and some downright genius… Well, at least according to us.