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!