... has been cancelled. Some little piss-ant punks stole the copper wiring for the lights. No lights, no games. You can read the story from the Sacramento Bee here, on the Luck Dragons' blog here, or on the blog of our favorite (?) rival, the Solid Gold Hits here.
I prefer the second link (as it is the link to the Luck Dragons' blog), but I have to give props to Coach Nick of the Solid Gold Hits for putting together a great blog. If you have time, peruse the Luck Dragons' blog, the Hits' blog and the Slugs' blog (which you can link to from the Hits' blog). They are all great.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Wow, that is NOT cool, Google
After typing a multi-paragraph entry about softball, I go to check the links to make sure they work, and GOOGLE. DELETED. MY. POST. Not cool, Google... not cool.
I hope I remember it enough to retype it later. I'm too lazy to start over again.
I hope I remember it enough to retype it later. I'm too lazy to start over again.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Christie's Wedding (Part 2)...Six Months Later
OK, I know, I know... you've all been waiting for months for the rest of the wedding story. I thought I'd just let Alana tell this part because she's so good at it, but since she hasn't even sent me the pictures from her camera from the wedding, I'll just do it myself.
Since Alana and Carrie were bridesmaids, they got ready in Christie's room with her, and left Summer and to get ready on our room.
Since I am a good Catholic girl, I wore a wrap into church (no going sleeveless or strapless in church) and thank God the church was air conditioned. By 11am, it was already 115 degrees.
As Summer and I were sitting in church this girl walks in in a really (almost inappropriately) short black dress that looked like it came from 1986 (it had layered ruffles), some super-high "Come eff-me" hooker heels and this pair of diamond drop earrings. I looked at Summer, and she looked at me and we're lucky we were in church because some of the comments I had in my head would have gotten me struck down.
The wedding was beautiful. Adrian looked so happy when he saw Christie coming down the aisle and Christie looked absolutely gorgeous in her dress.
After the ceremony, it was time to PAR-TAY!! The reception was held back at the hotel and we all began drinking as soon as we got there. Martinis, wine and champagne. That reception was tons of fun with everyone dancing and having a great time. Summer and I promised Christie we wouldn't talk when it was time to give toasts because we know things, and if we had, when it came time for me to get married, payback would be a bitch.
I know I'm glossing over some of the details, but the best part hasn't even happened yet. That happened after the reception when we went back to our room. Summer and I went back to our room around 10:30-11pm and Alana came back around midnight. She comes in the room and one of Adrian's friends is with her. He's totally wasted and in the living room. Alana comes in the bedroom and climbs onto the bed with me and Summer and is telling us about this guy (who's name I can't remember anymore), when he just walks into the bedroom. He asks us what we are doing and we all said we're sleeping together and he got all happy and excited. So, he comes in and sit on Alana's bed and we're all just hanging out chatting. He asks Alana to take a walk with him (in guy-speak meaning... let's go have sex) and says he's going to go change. So he leaves and within two minutes is calling Alana on her cell phone telling her that he loves her and that she should move to California and live with him and he will take care of her and she'll never have to work again. This went one for a good hour or so, and finally Alana just had to start ignoring the texts and calls to get some sleep since her flight left at 6am.
Really, I can't do this story justice, and Alana does tell it much better than I do and it's so much funnier when she does it. I'll try to get her to email it to me and I'll post it later.
Photos to follow shortly.
Since Alana and Carrie were bridesmaids, they got ready in Christie's room with her, and left Summer and to get ready on our room.
Since I am a good Catholic girl, I wore a wrap into church (no going sleeveless or strapless in church) and thank God the church was air conditioned. By 11am, it was already 115 degrees.
As Summer and I were sitting in church this girl walks in in a really (almost inappropriately) short black dress that looked like it came from 1986 (it had layered ruffles), some super-high "Come eff-me" hooker heels and this pair of diamond drop earrings. I looked at Summer, and she looked at me and we're lucky we were in church because some of the comments I had in my head would have gotten me struck down.
The wedding was beautiful. Adrian looked so happy when he saw Christie coming down the aisle and Christie looked absolutely gorgeous in her dress.
After the ceremony, it was time to PAR-TAY!! The reception was held back at the hotel and we all began drinking as soon as we got there. Martinis, wine and champagne. That reception was tons of fun with everyone dancing and having a great time. Summer and I promised Christie we wouldn't talk when it was time to give toasts because we know things, and if we had, when it came time for me to get married, payback would be a bitch.
I know I'm glossing over some of the details, but the best part hasn't even happened yet. That happened after the reception when we went back to our room. Summer and I went back to our room around 10:30-11pm and Alana came back around midnight. She comes in the room and one of Adrian's friends is with her. He's totally wasted and in the living room. Alana comes in the bedroom and climbs onto the bed with me and Summer and is telling us about this guy (who's name I can't remember anymore), when he just walks into the bedroom. He asks us what we are doing and we all said we're sleeping together and he got all happy and excited. So, he comes in and sit on Alana's bed and we're all just hanging out chatting. He asks Alana to take a walk with him (in guy-speak meaning... let's go have sex) and says he's going to go change. So he leaves and within two minutes is calling Alana on her cell phone telling her that he loves her and that she should move to California and live with him and he will take care of her and she'll never have to work again. This went one for a good hour or so, and finally Alana just had to start ignoring the texts and calls to get some sleep since her flight left at 6am.
Really, I can't do this story justice, and Alana does tell it much better than I do and it's so much funnier when she does it. I'll try to get her to email it to me and I'll post it later.
Photos to follow shortly.
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