Today was the first weekend of AFDC Spring League. Lots of fun. I ended up landing funny during the first game and doing something bizarre to my (right) shoulder. Smart Pete would have stopped playing, iced it, and rested. Smart Pete doesn’t play ultimate frisbee, though, so he was at home. Instead, I played the rest of the day as I normally would, laying out, diving around, generally disregarding the shoulder pain as much as I could. I finally stopped with maybe one point left in the last game after a particularly rough layout (right onto the shoulder, I’m dumb). Afterward it only really hurt when I moved it in certain ways and at certain angles. Tonight, though, ouch. Thank god I don’t need to move my arm very often for the next several weeks.
After the games a group of us went out to La Casita for some Mexican. When we got there we decided to split a pitcher of margaritas. We were brought the house margarita on account of a miscommunication and they were pretty sub-standard. When the waitress came to take our drink orders, we asked about chips and salsa. We didn’t get chips and salsa, though, because the restaurant was out of tortilla chips. They were also out of salsa and out of queso dip.
Wait, what? How does a Mexican restaurant run out of those things? Worse: they had been out of them since the day before! Had they not heard of grocery stores for christ’s sake?
Since that nixed about half of the menu, we asked her to give us a few more minutes. When she returned, she said: “You’re going to hate me, but apparently we’re cleaning the deep fryers right now so we can’t do anything fried, either.”
So: Mexican restaurant. No chips. No salsa. No queso. Nothing deep fried. What the hell? Why were they even open?
Suffice it to say we paid for the margaritas and left. We ended up getting pizza instead, which was great.
The human body is an amazing thing. All of the outrage and hand-wringing about the AIG bonuses has caused me to roll my eyes so many times that I’d have thought for sure they’d have fallen completely out of my head but, alas, they have not.
There are a few problems with the incessant bitching.
Yesterday I had all kinds of things I could have written about. There’s a Furry Convention in town this weekend, for example. I’d venture to guess that most of you don’t even know what a Furry is.
I came up with one of my best ideas ever, which was quickly given away to anyone who wants it. So much for trust and intellectual property, right?
In the end, though, I wrote nothing. I broke a 30-something day long chain of blogging, and now I have to start anew.
It’s going to take me forever to get back up to nearly 40 days again. Probably more than a month! Gah.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Five points to anyone who finds three people to recreate this in a bar tonight and uploads it to YouTube.
Tags: Danny Boy, Muppets, St. Patrick's Day, YouTube
The sisters were in town this past weekend, which was great. On account of the new job, I wasn’t able to spend Friday hanging out, but we got lots of quality time in on Saturday and Sunday before they left. Reese is adorable, of course (would you expect any less out of a Holiday?).
We went to the Georgia Aquarium, which was a test for her — several hours of wandering around without a nap or really much food to speak of. Toward the end she started getting a little cranky, but if you gave her anything to look at she calmed right down. It was really neat to see her marvel at things, although I’m sure she didn’t appreciate everything as much as she will in a few years, but all in all, it was fun — disgusting weather notwithstanding.
Reese and Scout got along wonderfully, too, which was good to see.
Today started off slowly. I didn’t get nearly as much done as I wanted to after work, I was pestered by a nagging headache all day, and I really lacked the motivation to do anything. The rain didn’t help at all. I’m hoping that tomorrow will be a little better. Still haven’t decided what, if anything, I’m going to do to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day tomorrow, but if tomorrow is a repeat of today, it’ll probably be a whole lot of nothing.
I spent a little time looking at the NCAA Tourney Bracket today. I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do with it. Too many teams I know nothing about on account of not following the sport at all (on account of both of my alma maters being terrible this year). I guess that just means this will be the year I win, right?
I’m looking forward to breaking out of this early-week funk — hopefully tomorrow.
Tags: gold star, March Madness, Reese, Scout
Here’s a giant list of things you should have already seen on the internet: YouShouldHaveSeenThis.com.
There were five or ten things on that list that I hadn’t seen before, like George Lucas in Love.
There were also a few old favorites like Bubb Rubb and gay Mount Everest, but there were some left off, like The Song of the Count (Censored).
Your homework for the week is to check off all of that list.
Kecia, Ara, and Reese have made it into town. We chilled yesterday after they got into town and watched every funny YouTube video ever.
I’ve posted this one before, but it never gets old . . .
Tomorrow I think we’re going to see what Reese thinks of the aquarium and hopefully get to see a law school friend who is in town to watch the ACC Tourney. Fun times.
Tags: Georgia Aquarium, Leprechaun, St. Patrick's Day, YouTube
I was making good time this morning. I woke up basically when I wanted to, I didn’t waste too much time going through my daily website visits, and Scout was being reasonable. I was on my way out the door when I realized that I didn’t have my keys.
I checked my desk. My keys were not there.
I checked the kitchen counter. My keys were not there.
I checked the coffee and end tables in the living room. My keys were not there.
I checked the hook by the door where my keys are supposed to go. You know they weren’t there.
So where did I end up finding them? In my fucking closet. My closet. On top of a pile of t-shirts. WTF? Usually when I find something that I had lost it sparks the memory of how the thing ended up in the place I found it. This morning? No earthly idea how they got there.
I blame the dog.
Tags: Scout
Tomorrow my sisters get to town for a weekend of family bonding. They’ll have my freakin’ adorable niece in tow, which will be awesome. I’m really looking forward to seeing the three of them.
This week has been odd. Getting used to going back to work, trying to get back on a sleep schedule, working on a number of things I have due, and trying to maintain some sort of balance with doing stuff that isn’t like work has been tough.
I’m hoping to get some good pictures this weekend of Kecia, Ara, and Reese and get to relax a bit so that next week I can get into a more steady schedule and feel like I have a little time to do things I want to do.
I’m trying to come up with something more interesting for Ye Olde Blogge to cut down on the number of boring “here is my life”, gold-star type posts, but so far I have found nothing.
Ideas?