Look, Ma – I’m famous June 16, 2007

Look, Ma, I’m famous

I wasn’t going to write about this, because I usually don’t write about things that are personal, but this one is just too good to pass up. You all know how much I love kickball. I even told one of my program directors the other day that I had to leave work by a certain time because I had a game. He asked what sport I played and when I told him kickball he laughed and said, “Yeah, my first-grader plays that too.” Well, I’m sure his first grader doesn’t play it quite the same way we do. Otherwise they’d need a liver transplant by the time they were legal. That’s beside the point though.

Every week WAKA puts out a weekly newsletter with various notes and news, most of it quite funny. Every week they also have a picture contest; the person who submits the winning photo gets a free pitcher of beer. Well, ladies and gentlemen – my mother always asks me what I do with my free time. Now I can show her. A pic of me sucking face with one of guys from the blue team made the newsletter. I vaguely recall seeing flashbulbs go off at the time, but I was a bit too wrapped up in the moment to care. High-five. It’s not a bad angle either. What can I say? That’s just how I roll with it. This is going to be a great summer…

Kickball, ‘nuf said June 16, 2007

Thursday, May 03, 2007

It’s finally May. It’s Thursday. It’s almost 6:00. You know what that means, folks? Kickball! You only have to read a bit of the backlog to know that WAKA and I are good pals. I even friended them on Facebook. That’s dedication. WAKA taught me how to puke into a plastic read cup… silently. They proved to me that not all drinking games end in fights. They’ve given me an excuse to kick balls… without making anyone cry. You know how much I love listing things, so here’s why kickball this season is already off to a kick-ass start; 1. The Pre-Season party was packed. 2. My hangover wasn’t bad until I tried to stand up  3. I woke up on Friday at my regular time for work… and almost left the house without pants/skirt. 4. No one on my team found me overly loud or obnoxious… this could be because we were all drinking. 5. I played flipcup with the leader of the Division and schooled his ass – for the first couple of rounds at least.   6. I got my ass squeezed – not that that doesn’t happen all the time, but it’s something to think about. So… with t-minus 20 min. and counting until I leave for the first game of the season, I’m off to get my gear on and psych myself up. The people across the street looking into my office might see some serious rocking out and wonder what’s going on. The answer is simple. Kickball.

A whiff of two foul balls June 16, 2007

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I don’t have time for a real post, but I’ll give you all a lil glimpe of my weekend, since that’s when all the best stuff happens. Wouldn’t want to disappoint and keep you waiting… Edit* I’ve got 1/2 hr to kill before happy hour with my peeps. Figured I should let you all in on the secret. Chapter 1) Kickball craziness – or… Winning with watermelon, Flip-cup frenzy, Getting groped by Mike, etc. Giving you all a whiff of  Two Foul Balls (our team name) So kickball this Thursday rose to a new level of ridiculosity. Not only was there drunken watermelon (spiked with vodka overnight), but since I was the beer bitch this week, there was a lot of shitacular beer (of which, I did not partake). The evening started off especially well, since the opposing team was short a few players and had to forfeit. We subbed in a few of our people and played anyway. It was kinda funny, b/c I think they still would have lost. That’s bad, considering our team is ranked second from last in the division. My pal, Arthur, was visiting from Ohio and I dragged him along. He seemed to enjoy himself, so it was most definitely a good time. Afterwards, we made our way to the bar. On the way there, this guy on our team, Mike, kept hitting on me – even moreso than last week. It didn’t get disturbing until we actually arrived at the bar and he drank more. Though he says he doesn’t remember what happened that night, I think it’s just an excuse for his horrible behavior. Some people should just not drink – or if they do, they should know their limits. I mean, I’ve dealt with random drunk guys before, but this was beyond obscene. I wasn’t the only one who had to put up with his shit though. My friend, Clara, who works with me also was the recipient of some unwanted grabbiness. That boy’s evening ended with him puking on himself and apparently blacking out. Luckily, during his shenanigans, a couple of people realized how runk he was and made him leave the chickadees alone. It was quite a spectacle. Quite. Also, at the bar, our esteemed team captain, Will ‘mr. prosecutor’ Rubins, threw it down like never before in an unbelievable match of flipcup with Glen from the green team – or, Tranbox, as he’s known in some circles . A good night, indeed, despite some of the drama. Chapter 2) There is no Metro that goes to Georgetown On Friday evening, it had already been decided between me and my pal, Art, that we were going to take it easy and not party too hard, in leiu of the previous evening. However, when our friend from back in the day, Alex, called and said he wanted to meet us up at Georgetown, I figured we’d be up for a fun night. Here’s a lil background info for those of you who don’t know… Alex is kind of an ass. We’ve been friends for over 8 years, but it’s mostly I who have made the effort to keep in touch with him. Granted, he was in Russia for the past 2 years, but we met up when he came back and made plans to get together sometime once he got to DC (He’s the only other person I really know well out here). So, long story short. He moved out here over a month ago – didn’t call, no email, nothing. It took Arthur and I forever to get him to return a call. Actually, I was amazed he did at all. After Friday though, I’m through making the effort. He has no regard for anybody else and I’m kinda tired of it. So… to get to Georgetown the smart thing would have been to just drive. But, no. Alex says we can meet him up at the Foggy Bottom stop on the metro. I’m sorry. I may not have been here too long, but even I know that the metro does not go to Georgetown. That’s like saying the El in Chicago goes out to Lake Shore Drive. It just won’t ever happen. Regardless, we agree. Get there, and walk to the Georgetown area. Once there, I was like – ok which bar? Alex says he doesn’t want to bar it up – he wants to see what the University is like. Keep in mind the campus is a ridiculous ways away from the bar area… especially if you’re wearing heels. Despite my objections, he persisted and Arthur didn’t say anything, so off we went. Bastard. Got there. Nothing going on obviously since it’s a Friday night. Nothing to see since it’s pitch black. Hobbled back to the metro with my aching, blistered feet. At least we stopped at Johnny Rockets on the way… Not a fun night. Chapter 3) Touristing – not for the faint of heart Just a few words of wisdom for those of you who decide to go touristing in DC on a weekend: You will be sharing the space with hoards of foreigners…and children. Bring some Tylenol. Don’t expect to see anything you came to see… half of the museums and attractions will be closed for no explicable reason. Don’t buy food at the attractions; it’s half as expensive across the street. Bring a camera. People do dumb stuff and you’ll want to take a picture to back up your story later. Lastly, don’t plan – just enjoy it. It’s not a contest or a race, despite what the duffle-bag toting, hard-core soccer mom with the five kids may think. Chill out and have fun.  Chapter 4) I need a nap – when did I turn into an old person? No longer can I pull semi-allnighters and bounce back like it’s nothing. I’m not the only one who needs to work on my stamina… After Saturday’s escapades I went to bed a little after midnight and woke up at 4 to cook pancakes for my buddy before driving to the airport. After the airport, biked to work to use the gym. Biked back. Did the mall thing til it closed. A bit exhausted to say the least. Chapter 5) I’m glad I don’t work retail – and other reasons why I love my job Went to Tysons on Sunday… never had to wait in line that long to spend money. I did, however, get some really cute new clothes. It’s awesome to have money to spend. I really love my job – it affords me a life, a hellofalot better life than back in Iowa and Illinois – even better than St. Louis, imagine that. Oh, and guess what – I get to go to the AAAS conference in San Francisco in February. How awesome is that?! That’s it for this week’ends volume of fantastical adventures. Considering it took practially all week to finally write it down, don’t expect too much more anytime soon. I’m thinking of going to sushi sometime next week for dinner… the thing on MeetIn was full. Anyone wanna join me?