On Kicking Back

Today I played kickball!

I felt as if I had regressed, having not played kickball since probably fifth grade. By sixth grade we didn't really have organized recess, and plus if we did it would totally not have been cool to be playing kickball. Of course, sixth grade was also the time when I started to pay far too close attention to what was "cool," and it showed when I ditched the sweatpants I loved so much in elementary school for the hip middle-school jeans and flannel shirt combo. If only I had known then how much of a failure I would be in the "being cool" department (hey, pretty, popular girl, I play the trombone and sing in the boys' choir. In any kind of competitive physical event, I am hopelessly useless, but I am quite good at math. Do you want to go out with me sometime? Oh, you need to think about it, okay, take your time. I'll just...be over here...acting cool...), then maybe I could have wasted less time trying to blend in with the crowd.

And I could have spent more time playing kickball! This would have been best, because, as I suspected but couldn't quite remember, kickball is enormously fun! I'm still somewhat useless at it, but at least most of the other people playing were not much better. We even grilled up some burgers and hot dogs for the occasion. It was the perfect activity for a perfect sunday afternoon.

Then I watched the Astros lose. Not even my second choice baseball team can win any games, it seems.

Now, to end, here is a short list of things I have learned in the past few days:
-If you're going to a bar in Houston to watch the Astros play in the World Series, you should plan to get there at least three hours early. I would recommend watching at home instead, or, if you don't have cable, at someone else's home, preferably on an HDTV. That way you can tell exactly how many days it has been since each of the players has shaved.
-Bars in Texas are required by law to have at least three deer heads or other animal heads mounted on their walls. At least, that is how it would seem.
-Best place in my neighborhood for a caesar chicken salad: Jason's Deli. On University, West of campus, across from Urban Outfitters.
-If your mother and her lover kill your father, and you spend your entire life planning your revenge on them, even if it does work in the end, you'll just die anyway. It's unclear why, and it's kind of a bummer, but that's just how it is. (Okay, I got that from an opera, but I think it's pretty good advice for us all)