A weekend recap:
1) Friday night was my friend Alex’s housewarming/Friday-the-Thirteenth costume party. I went dressed as my car, a Geo Tracker. The idea for my getup arose from our frisbee team’s original Halloween tournament costume theme—we were all going to dress up as some sort of sidekick. I figured I’d go as a Suzuki Sidekick, but then we changed our theme and my costume no longer worked. BUT! Rest assured! There is always a reason to have a ridiculous costume. I decided to go as a Tracker instead, because even though they are identical cars, mine is a Geo in real life, and besides, I don’t think the Sidekick comes in black-and-tan.
No, the license plate in the picture isn’t my actual plate. Still have NY tags, actually. But, yes, the spare tire cover on my back IS the actual cover from my car. PHOTO CREDIT: Alex
2) Asa’s mother visited this weekend, and she and Asa decided at some point that they wanted to go apple picking, so we found some lady on Craigslist who had 14 apple trees in her backyard and wanted to get rid of her fruit. We were up at six o’clock in the morning and back home at noon with something like SEVEN grocery bags and ONE laundry basket FULL of apples. Do you have any idea how many apples that is? An absolute shit-ton.
Girdie was thrilled to find an abundance of apple peels in her bowl.
Bogey nearly knocked me over during the photo shoot.
3) We invited a friend over for dinner on Saturday night and he invited three more people. Three plus Asa, Asa’s mom, myself and our roommate makes, yes, SEVEN people over for dinner in a tiny little apartment that has one couch and a butterfly chair. Somehow, though, it all worked out (I ate dinner on the floor) and after the scrumptious meal everyone went to work peeling and chopping apples. Each guest left with a quart of applesauce. EDIT: Tim pointed out that I can’t count. One guest + three more + four of us = EIGHT. Oops.
4) Sunday brought a determined rain like I haven’t seen since last winter, and it heralded the beginning of muddy frisbee season. Our weekly Sunday morning pickup game was not hampered in the slightest by the torrential downpour, and we slip-slided around in the cold and the wet for about two hours before heading out to brunch. By three in the afternoon, I’d sort of managed to dry off and warm up, but it was time again for MORE frisbee, which brings us to 5).
5) Asa and I headed to the park to warm up with the team for our scrimmage against another local team, and as our teammates trickled in it became clear that we were rather short on women. Meaning that our female teammates were either a) sick with mono b) backpacking c) otherwise busy and that the three of us who did show up would have to play savage the whole time. “Savage,” in ultimate frisbee parlance, means that you don’t get to “sub out” to take a break during the game. At most frisbee games, you sub out every two or three points, because sprinting up and down the field repeatedly gets rather exhausting. When you don’t have any female subs on the sidelines, however, this is not an option. The result? Nearly three straight hours of tirelessly running (not jogging—running!) in the rain until my legs ached and my fingers tingled. Hard core? DAMN STRAIGHT. Am I sore? YOU BET.
6) Then I slept. And slept and slept and slept. Chelsea needed to poop at 5 am (great timing!) but other than that I just kept on snoozing. FOR ELEVEN HOURS. I guess you can say that I had an exhausting (but totally kickass) weekend.
7) I need a 7) because I don’t like the number 6 but now I have nothing to say. Goodnight!
15 responses so far ↓
1 Corbow // Oct 17, 2006 at 12:48 am
Some friends of ours have an annual apple picking party as well; it involves a caravan to Hood River followed by some hard core pie baking.
I’d think you must’ve been pretty muddy Sunday afternoon. The rain was so relentless it worked its way under the tarp my hubby had used to cover his tools.
2 TimsHead // Oct 17, 2006 at 3:43 am
I remember spending two weeks working on a farm, including picking bushels and bushels of apples. I didn’t know what a bushel was until that experience. I really enjoyed it (sarcasm) when I was handed a 30-foot ladder and told to pick all the apples off a 40-foot Cortland tree. The math didn’t add up.
Speaking of math, I don’t know if you’re testing us, but: If your friend brought over three more people, that would be four people + you and Asa and Asa’s mom and the roommate = eight people, no? Or did he just invite two people, for three total? Sorry, I suddenly had a flashback to taking the SAT. I’m an editor, you know.
Great costume, by the way. Sounds like an exhausting lot of enjoyment.
3 Boo // Oct 17, 2006 at 4:20 am
Seven grocery bags and one laundry basket! The title is apt. Maybe some can be turned into apple chips in order to save them for later, though with the rain leaving them sliced out to dry in the sun is not an options. Oneof thoe dehydrators would come in handy.
You are fierce with the frisbee! And the costume is cute too. I think I would have slept for at least that amount of time or more after all the activity. Glad you got rest!
4 James Cooper // Oct 17, 2006 at 8:41 am
Wow that’s a lot of apple. As a child, out here in Southern California, I used to go cherry picking and orange picking, but I don’t know if there are any apple orchards within reasonable distance from me. My favorite were the cherries though, I’m salivating a bit just thinking about those.
And boy are piggies fat!
5 thinlizzy17 // Oct 17, 2006 at 9:15 am
That is a *lot* of apples. Luckily applesauce freezes beautifully. You could fill up the freezer with an enormous reserve for winter months.
or make friends with someone who has a food dehydrator. That’ll make quick work of the apples, too.
6 Truly // Oct 17, 2006 at 9:17 am
I love the costume!!!! I’m pondering my costume this year. I was thinking I’d go as a Freudian Slip (a slip with “Freud” on it), but I don’t know if people will get it. Like the time I dressed Shaun up as a peirced nipple for Halloween (baldcap, pink wax, earring, lots of dripping fake blood): nobody got it. Waa.
Also–damn, you did have a good weekend. Your guests are so lucky! I’m going to try to be a better host moving forward. As of now, it typically goes something like, “do you want something to drink? I’ve got tap water and, oh look, some spoiled milk. Takers?” I’ve invited people over to dinner in the following way: “I’ve got some eggplat that will go bad in about a minute and I need to cook now before it’s too late. Want to come eat some?” It’s bad. But I’m going to be better. Maybe not as good as you with the everyone-leaves-with-applesauce thing, but surely I can start giving overnight guests proper, fancy towels that don’t double as cleaning rags. Ha!
Well, I’ve been away from Internet for a week, so catching up on all the other stuff was a treat as well. I agree with your philosopies of communal laundary: you snooze, you loose. Good luck with your Wednesdays!
7 Lynn // Oct 17, 2006 at 10:57 am
I’d never know you were a Geo tracker untless you told me.
I like apples but there is a limit, and I think you know what I mean.
RYC: thanks, but the illness continues and has turned into a stomach thing. Grrr.
8 Jacque // Oct 17, 2006 at 11:03 am
You are added to protected posts. Haven’t had time to read your post yet, but I will.
9 Natalie B // Oct 17, 2006 at 6:09 pm
want a recipe for Dutch Apple Cake? Straight from a Dutchwoman!
10 brand // Oct 17, 2006 at 8:32 pm
Chicks playing savage rock. I fondly remember my younger days in Ultimate (a decade and more ago, when I could claim a turn of speed) and playing one tournament with savage sevens.
I was in a league a couple of summers ago, and during the tournament we had to play short-handed (six on seven) for half the points due to lack of women. We still made it to the semis.
BBCFS!
11 Boo // Oct 17, 2006 at 11:10 pm
ryc: I know! It used to be just a small quirky thing about a fuzzy worm, but I am pleased that it has turned into something that does bring in funds for those organizations.
12 Uncle Joe // Oct 18, 2006 at 3:32 am
It’s a WONDERFUL LIFE !
13 fern // Oct 18, 2006 at 5:08 am
that is an absolute shit-ton indeed. i bet you’ll have appley goodness for some time to come. kick ass.
you are super hard core. rock out with your frisbee self. when i work out like that for hours, i sleep like a rock too. i think its my body regenerating. rejuvinating. resomethinginating. hahahahahahahaha.
LOVE the costume. super creative! and the pig pictures ALWAYS rock.
my roommate has decided to quit taking out the garbage ever. so we have a distinct smell in our kitchen, too, but the source is obvious. and, of course, i will only be the maid so often, so it sits there until i do something about it. she is piggier than your neighbor’s pet.
14 Low_Mom // Oct 18, 2006 at 7:32 am
WOW….that’s one fat piggy!! LOL
15 Jeanine // Oct 18, 2006 at 7:57 am
Ohhhhhhhh the dog is soooooooooooooooo cute!!!!! The pig too, of course, but seeing that dog (Bogey, is it?) makes me want one so badly!!
Love the costume!! Really, though that skirt and boot combination looks really cool.
Take care.