Purple Tinted Glasses

Now that we’re about halfway through the very first off -season of the Big Easy Rollergirls, it’s about time to talk about the bitter ending to a sweet first season.

The night before we welcomed the Memphis Rollergirls to town with a good ole’ fashioned night of drinkin’. I, of course, cut out a bit early, for(dun dun dun) the Molly Ringwalds were playing at Southport this fair evening.

Funny night because this was the first Molly Ringwalds viewing that I was required a chaperon. One of my team mates was sent along, making sure I wasn’t drinking too much the day before a big game. (Thanks, Momma SmasHer!) Guess it’s a good thing that I had stopped drinking hours before anyway.

So here it is, going on very late and still not in bed (usually the night before a bout, I’m in bed by 9pm).

The whole day I was pretty much a wreck. There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t have butterflies… well, except maybe right after I took a late hit and a face plant right into Labayathan. I think at that moment I was about ready to throw a bitch down.

The jibbies immediately returned (accompanied by panic attack from Bruise, an ER trip by Miss Von Doom and a bruised knee from yours truly). The home town girls could keep themselves together and lost by a good bit.

After limping my way to the after party, I made sure to have a strong drink in hand (Kettle on the rocks, can’t get much stronger… unless you chose whiskey I guess) and enjoyed the rest of the evening until well into Sunday morning.

Other “somethings to talk about” this fine night:
Lt. Dan runs away with Bea’s camera
Lionel learns to roll
Window teases at DBA
Cheesy tots at last-last call
Derby wives and derby mistresses

And so ends the first season of the Big Easy Rollergirls. Here’s looking forward to October and beyond. Until then, Beatrix will try to be in hiding, but hasn’t been doing to good of a job thus far.

(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.