homeruns and pitchers
Seriously, that about sums it up. What a weekend! Tom, you'll be happy to know that I got HAMMERED Saturday AND Sunday and am almost completely guilt-free.
Saturday we played three games starting at 8:30am....yech! and we played CRAPPY....we ended the day 0-2-1...sick. So we all went to the managers for a BBQ and debauchery...and of course played two rounds of the worlds craziest drinking game, Kings....which includes in our version a card called "dirty alphabet"....where you must say, of course, a dirty word for each letter of the alphabet...great fun. So we started drinking around 5:30 and hit a bar at 1:00....making it home around 2:30, I think.....and was up at 7am cuz we had another game at 8:30...eich!
I managed to make an utter fool of myself as per usual.....the party began with like 20 people but only four of us made it to the bar....me, a girl in my lab & on our team (armette), junior (a superstar on our ball team who is tiny), and Timbuctoo (the SUPERSTAR on our team and soon to be the topic of many a worried post I'm sure)....
Anyway, Timbuctoo and I get along great cuz he's an athlete extraordinary and mouthy as all hell..as well as around 30 so he's into the same music as me. Anyway, at some point I was freezing and insisted on someone putttin there arms around me to warm me up for a bit...so armette is out obviously...and I insisted on NOT letting Timbuctoo cuz in actuality I didn't really want to push the chemistry by adding any physical touching...but since I was hammered I managed to give the excuse that I didn't trust him...oops. Anyway, I think we had a discussion where I back-pedaled and tried to come up with a more convincing and less insulting excuse but failed...eventually when he and I were out of earshot from armette and Junior I admitted that I didn't trust ME around him....and this went over ok...tho I could tell that he wasn't impressed by my inability to come up with a better (less insulting) cover excuse....which is fine cuz we really do have great chemistry and he has a girlfriend. But no harm no fowl....
Which brings us to Sunday, where we played four games and I was so dead by the end of it I could hardly walk. We lost in the consolation final which sucks but we had nothing to give in it so whatever....I didn't care much...i just wanted to sit down and have a beer and eat....I don't get hung over, just tired, btw....
Anyway, so we sat at the school pub, about 10 of us, and had a few pitchers until about 8pm when they kicked us out, I think and then everyone pretty much wanted to go home...oddly enuf I just wanted to drink more....and since my ball stuff was in Timbuctoo's car, we decided to hit another pub...and put down two and a half pitchers...
It was a little wierd tho cuz he didn't mention his girlfriend once...though some friends of there's came in and he eventually felt obligated to chat with them...tho I got the impression that he didn't exactly want to...and did tell them I was a lesbian (which I'm not)....which makes me think he was a little worried about what they'd tell his girlfriend....but I gave him some time with them and called my best friend who was also getting drunk (YAY! she doesn't do that enuf) and then went over.....I never have any trouble joining a table...but boy was Timbuctoo impressed that I just joined in....
In fact, he always has nothing but compliments for me. ..which is nice to hear but I have a hard time with them...and I don't give them out that often....I'm really subtle with them too....lots of people get really impressed the first times they hang out with me, which is really nice, but also makes me self-conscious...Anyway....back o the story....
Amusingly enuf, these people kinda knew me-ish...cuz Smiley is their neighbor and left his keys with them for me to pick up cuz i'm checking on his place while he is in Scotland....what weird coincidence...they figured out who I was cuz Timbuctoo told them my name and that I was playing ball this weekend and they figured there couldn't possibly be anyone else with my name playing ball this weekend...which I'm sure is true cuz my name isn't exactly common.
Anyway, I just couldn't finish the third pitcher.... I was at that bad hammered stage again...where I'm just on the edge of being bad, tho I was in no way worried I was gonna hit on Timbuctoo...I just wasn't sure how I'd react if he hit on me but thankfully he didn't....though we were holdign hands again on the way to my house. Obviously he was staying at my place cuz he shouldn't even have driven to the second pub...my mistake, I will NEVER let that happen again...
Anyway, I made him take my bed and I slept on my couch...and I woke up again at 7am....nuts....and roomie gave me her bed around 8:00am...and then he woke up around 8:30 so that was that....we hung out and watched a movie...and then went and got his car...what a weekend. Nuts.
Oh, and I hit a home run on Saturday.
Saturday we played three games starting at 8:30am....yech! and we played CRAPPY....we ended the day 0-2-1...sick. So we all went to the managers for a BBQ and debauchery...and of course played two rounds of the worlds craziest drinking game, Kings....which includes in our version a card called "dirty alphabet"....where you must say, of course, a dirty word for each letter of the alphabet...great fun. So we started drinking around 5:30 and hit a bar at 1:00....making it home around 2:30, I think.....and was up at 7am cuz we had another game at 8:30...eich!
I managed to make an utter fool of myself as per usual.....the party began with like 20 people but only four of us made it to the bar....me, a girl in my lab & on our team (armette), junior (a superstar on our ball team who is tiny), and Timbuctoo (the SUPERSTAR on our team and soon to be the topic of many a worried post I'm sure)....
Anyway, Timbuctoo and I get along great cuz he's an athlete extraordinary and mouthy as all hell..as well as around 30 so he's into the same music as me. Anyway, at some point I was freezing and insisted on someone putttin there arms around me to warm me up for a bit...so armette is out obviously...and I insisted on NOT letting Timbuctoo cuz in actuality I didn't really want to push the chemistry by adding any physical touching...but since I was hammered I managed to give the excuse that I didn't trust him...oops. Anyway, I think we had a discussion where I back-pedaled and tried to come up with a more convincing and less insulting excuse but failed...eventually when he and I were out of earshot from armette and Junior I admitted that I didn't trust ME around him....and this went over ok...tho I could tell that he wasn't impressed by my inability to come up with a better (less insulting) cover excuse....which is fine cuz we really do have great chemistry and he has a girlfriend. But no harm no fowl....
Which brings us to Sunday, where we played four games and I was so dead by the end of it I could hardly walk. We lost in the consolation final which sucks but we had nothing to give in it so whatever....I didn't care much...i just wanted to sit down and have a beer and eat....I don't get hung over, just tired, btw....
Anyway, so we sat at the school pub, about 10 of us, and had a few pitchers until about 8pm when they kicked us out, I think and then everyone pretty much wanted to go home...oddly enuf I just wanted to drink more....and since my ball stuff was in Timbuctoo's car, we decided to hit another pub...and put down two and a half pitchers...
It was a little wierd tho cuz he didn't mention his girlfriend once...though some friends of there's came in and he eventually felt obligated to chat with them...tho I got the impression that he didn't exactly want to...and did tell them I was a lesbian (which I'm not)....which makes me think he was a little worried about what they'd tell his girlfriend....but I gave him some time with them and called my best friend who was also getting drunk (YAY! she doesn't do that enuf) and then went over.....I never have any trouble joining a table...but boy was Timbuctoo impressed that I just joined in....
In fact, he always has nothing but compliments for me. ..which is nice to hear but I have a hard time with them...and I don't give them out that often....I'm really subtle with them too....lots of people get really impressed the first times they hang out with me, which is really nice, but also makes me self-conscious...Anyway....back o the story....
Amusingly enuf, these people kinda knew me-ish...cuz Smiley is their neighbor and left his keys with them for me to pick up cuz i'm checking on his place while he is in Scotland....what weird coincidence...they figured out who I was cuz Timbuctoo told them my name and that I was playing ball this weekend and they figured there couldn't possibly be anyone else with my name playing ball this weekend...which I'm sure is true cuz my name isn't exactly common.
Anyway, I just couldn't finish the third pitcher.... I was at that bad hammered stage again...where I'm just on the edge of being bad, tho I was in no way worried I was gonna hit on Timbuctoo...I just wasn't sure how I'd react if he hit on me but thankfully he didn't....though we were holdign hands again on the way to my house. Obviously he was staying at my place cuz he shouldn't even have driven to the second pub...my mistake, I will NEVER let that happen again...
Anyway, I made him take my bed and I slept on my couch...and I woke up again at 7am....nuts....and roomie gave me her bed around 8:00am...and then he woke up around 8:30 so that was that....we hung out and watched a movie...and then went and got his car...what a weekend. Nuts.
Oh, and I hit a home run on Saturday.
posted by Camel at 2:15 p.m.
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