Purple Tinted Glasses

I’ll be honest. Saturday (along with the rest of this weekend) is a smudge in my cranium. I remember one series of events very clearly from bout night. Conceded as it may be, it was my first jam of the game lining up as jammer.

The Antoinettes were up, but not by much. I got through the pack, lead jammer. It was like my feet were thinking independently of the rest of me. My skates knew better than my brain that I just wanted to go really, really fast! I don’t even think I thought about it. Or maybe I did, but I certainly don’t remember (Have I said that already? I can’t quite remember). I scored 11 points that jam.

The rest of the game… well, 2 periods of 20 minutes of play went by in a snap. I jammed one other time, making my best friend very angry that I didn’t jam more. I can’t control her feelings. I can just agree.

I’m not angry or upset at anything from Saturday, though. We all played like rock stars. And by all of us, I mean the whole league. We were finally able to welcome the skater tots to the world of derby! It’s weird being called a vet now. I feel equal to these girls. And let’s be honest… any one of them could knock me to the ground and point and laugh and any given time.

‘Til next time. November 18th. It’s a Sunday. I expect to see you all there. Cheering for the Antoinettes as they take on their former teammates (Punches). I’m calling it the black team grudge match. I can’t wait!

Final Scores:
Marigny Antoinettes 99, Crescent Wenches 60
Story Villains 75, Confederacy of Punches 59

Oh yeah, we won!

Apparently I’m 3 for 3 this weekend: Antoinettes, Tigers, and SAINTS!

LSU Tigers, ranked number one in the polls.

Feels good. I’m not one to gloat. Every time I shit talk, something bad happens. I’ll stay my good ole’ humble Tiger fan self. Oh, but I will say… USC: No. 10. Makes me giggle a little bit. So much for that Trojan Dynasty.

Last night was a very exciting, slightly long (7pm-past midnight) team meeting/sewing circle.

I’m a very “instant gratification” type of girl, so imagine my agony when:

1. Upon taking measurements, realized that I had the wrong pattern size. This forced a trip back to walmart to address the issue.

2. Getting the end of the night, pinning things together, and have 4 pieces missing. Two sets of 11/16’s to be exact, with no more lining to be had to even try to rectify the situation. Just so happens that Bea’s boutfit is one of those 16’s. This is AFTER a small group of us stuck it out to make sure that ALL cutting was done at one time just to make the process go faster. I can’t make Sunday’s boutfit making session, so I only hope my pieces get cut and things start getting sewn.

I know this will all be ok in the end. But, damnit, damint, damnit, damint.

Apparently, if dreams were real, this is how long I have left to live unless I find the proper donor. Donor of what? I can’t remember. Although, death in nine days “unless” it is not considered terminal. Not in dream land. I basically spent my night last night thinking that I will soon be six feet under. There was present some Jumanji of a board game, where people from my past (whom are not very fond of me anymore, I’m sure) were forced to play in order for a chance to save my life. That’s not comforting. I was beyond relieved when I woke up to find that it was only a dream, at least.

My bad feeling escalated on the way to work when I realized my schedule for the next couple of days:

• Tonight: Practice, food, pack
• Tomorrow: Work, airport, Orlando, laptop in hand to start designing bout programs
• Saturday: Orlando, IBIE, LSU football game at a bar, BERG program work
• Sunday: Orlando, IBIE again, maybe some food, freelance (that I don’t get paid for) until I drop dead
• Monday: Airport, work, make myself up to look fabulous, Karaoke with the Rollergirls (Just remembering I need to print out flyers today, as well)
• Tuesday: League Meeting, program design
• Wednesday: I rest. But I want to paint my house. Maybe I’ll do this here, but then again, there’s that program that’s still not finished. Although this day is usually reserved for dinner and Dexter. Choices.
• Thursday: Practice. Slice. Program.
• Friday: Thankfully, nothing on the calendar yet. Hopefully the stinking program is done by now.
• Saturday: Practice. Zoo. Picnic. LSU vs. Kentucky
• Sunday: Practice. Maybe I can do that painting stuff here!
• Monday: Files to Printer. Managers’ meeting. That’ll take up the whole night.
• Tuesday: Flake out. Maybe wrap up uniform for the weekend.
• Wednesday: Possible Audubon, Dinner, Dexter
• Thursday: Practice
• Friday: Rally night at my high school. I may be a judge. I’ll find out soon enough.
• Saturday: Bout Day, LSU vs. Auburn
• Sunday: REST. (you realize that this day is Oct 20th… today is Oct 4)

So, I got carried away. I don’t see much room for sleep. Maybe it’s only until Monday, October 15 that I need to worry about. Then again, that’s pre-bout week and I’ll be stressing anyway. My birthday week follows. I’ve already decided I don’t really have time to celebrate this year.

One day at a time, right?

Glossary of terms:
IBIE: International Baking Industry Expo, in Orlando. I designed the booth graphics
Orlando: Where I will be, mostly for work, to train to do more tradeshows.
BERG: Big Easy Rollergirls. My full time leisure activity.
Program: Bane of my existence.
Practice: Depending on the day: Geared up, physical activity from 8-10am or 6:30-8:30 PM

I keep having these days. You know, days where I wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something equally traumatizing.

Nothing feels right or sound right. Nothing seems appetizing except cold icing out the can. Coffee doesn’t help. I remember that twice this month I had to pull large sums of money from savings in order to keep up with the bills. I have no time to tend to my newly half empty house. People don’t listen when you ask them nicely for materials to make your life a little easier.

That and it causes me to post entries at work; which, I’m sure is a huge no-no. (My brain is pulsing trying to figure out the correct punctuation for this sentence.)

Then I remember, that there’s a dandy little song (I call it my “make me happy” song), performed by Clint Maedgen and Preservation Hall Jazz Band, featuring members of The New Orleans Bingo! Show and the New Orleans community, ALL filmed in one continuous shot throughout the French Quarter, which makes it just that much more awesome.

I give up.