Things of Note. End. Week. Whatnot.
-congrats to Ms Kim for kicking ass in Buckeye! Hoorah! And for Wyatt, yes, it's always Buckeye
-no one told us that Southern Fried Murder was theatre with (pretty okay!) food; we were accordingly wide-eyed...also, Kevin had a paunch, and tormented a gay man
-conversations about sex with gay men seem to go in predictable directions
-why are there damn politics in everything?! Damnit! Can't Ieven just go and workout anymore without some kind of awkwardness?
-the horribly overgrown grass in the backyard has a use - a stalking/pouncing playground for dogs! I'll take that as a solid excuse to be lazy.
-now that I finally understand the rules in roller derby, it's a lot more interesting; good times! our favorite was one of the jammers, Fisti the Kidd - not only did she wiggle her tush when she was starting, she was a badass.
-the announcers seemed to be half the fun at the derby, but for the cute girl in the cop outfit, with the incredibly strident voice - she was sure enthusiastic, though, so I didn't mind too much
-new brakes are exorbitant; multiple trips to Walmart and Home Depot are annoying, but, one sees 'interesting' people in the former of those stores

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