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This entry was posted on 11/19/2011 9:45 AM and is filed under blather, Family Fun.
The Blue Knights had their first in-state game last night at Rochester.
Since the GM lives in Rochester and it's only a bit over an hour away, several of us decided at the Gala last week to head down to the game early, meet at the GM's house for a pre-game party and cheer on the new franchise. It was like tail gating but inside, where we had fancy orderves (you don't know how to spell that, either) and red wine instead of beer and brats in the back of our car.
It was fun.
I wore pajama jeans.
I had my reasons.
Okay, the reason is that every winter for the past few years, a friend of mine has come up with goofy plans to while away the winter months amusing a group that includes friends and sisters. Last year, it was found poetry; we had to write odes to things that we saw in the course of every day life and send them to each other. We wrote some good stuff.
Two years ago it was 'round robin romance'. We all quit that one simultaneously after five days because our productivity ground to a halt. Instead of going to work, raising our families and keeping up with our tv shows, all any of us did was sit by the computer 24 hours a day, waiting for the next email installment and screaming with laughter. Laughing till you cry is great until you need to be hospitalized from dehydration.
Did you hear the the EU has just declared that drinking water is no cure for dehydration? Can a culture that stupid survive? And those are the idiots we're supposed to emulate.
so that's why I wore pajama jeans to Rochester; To prove I'm as smart as the EU.
They weren't that bad. By that I mean at least they were comfortable. Sort of. They did turn my hands blue.
No, I didn't wear them as a tourniquet. No, there was no circulation problem.
I wore them to a basketball game that was much closer than I like. We were up by 14 for a while but Rochester clawed back to within one and it was a relief when the game ended and we were up by three and I realized I'd rubbed most of the indigo dye out of the pants and into my palms.
I had Smurf hands.
I hate smurfs.
After all that, the photos Zack and Patty took of me at the party and the gym are stuck on my computer. My email refuses to send them. When I try, a little window pops up saying "Seriously, no. You can't possibly want to send these photos of yourself to anyone. Really. Really. Oh, you are so lucky I'm here to protect you from yourself!"
That's what 'error' means, isn't it?
It actually looks like November out there today.
And my hands are still blue.
