Purple Tinted Glasses

(I guess my titles aren’t making much sense lately.)

I want you to close your eyes for a moment and pretend. We have fast forwarded to Monday morning. You’ve had your cup of coffee, you’re checking email, you’re bummed that the weekend’s over. Happy Birthday Em!

Ok. Now we’re back to Sunday night and the LNK has just participated in a day full of brunches, music, sun, beer and crawfish bread. I’m wiped. The last stop of our Jazzfestifities was the New Orleans Bingo Show. I’m hooked. I can’t wait to go see them in a non-fest showing. My favorite part: Clint’s nifty little music maker (that sounds a little like bzzz bzz bzz bzzz bzzz bzz bzz bzzz…but much cooler, which I found out upon further investigation is some kind of child’s saw). Apparently, this outing will also require some kind of costuming, which makes me even more excited.

I just came to a recent revelation. Occasionally I will have to miss out on some things and it won’t be the end of the world. In fact, it will be much better for my mental and physical health. I’m sure the rest of the crew went on to do something fabulous. As for me, it was a hot shower, clean sheets, my laptop for a bit and then b-e-d. Hopefully before 10:30. I guess it depends on how much Harry Potter I want to make it through tonight.

On another note:
It was a week ago today that the black team took a hard loss to the white team in our championship bout (Spy vs. Spy). We were up most of the game and played our hearts out and worked together, but alas, the last couple of jams turned the tide and the white team beat us. Again. Except this time, they got to take home the golden skate.

It was this game that I received my first ever fish net rink rash. It was the coolest marking ever (and apparently “hot”). That is until I tried to go to sleep with an oozing bottom and a shot of pain to go with that. It’s much better now. I bet I’ll think twice about letting someone knock me ass first into the crowd next time.