Cynically Optimistic

Went to George's to hang and eat chili and watch the big game on Sunday after a very low-key weekend at home. Everything was going well until, while washing a 7-inch Santoku knife I hacked into my index finger very deeply. There was blood. I think I swore a time or two (I know, shocking). Damian accompanied me to the drugstore to get a splint and first aid supplies, which I managed to leave at George's last night.. D'oh! My real doctor friends say I'll live and all is well. I do hope that pesky numbness goes away though.

In other news, the icy winter weather has settled into NYC. It sucks to walk 15 blocks in 8 degree weather! All the Con-Ed stacks were working today as well, making steam and electricity. Wish some of it got to my apartment.

Damn it's difficult to type.

Posted by Jeff at 04:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Baseball. It's our nation's official pastime, but hardly mine. After being forced to watch endless hours of Braves games as a kid, I'm kind of put off by baseball on TV. I do find it tolerable and sometimes even enjoyable if I'm at a game, and I have beer and hot dogs, and I'm with people I enjoy. And if there's eye candy. This year I've been to TWO MLB games. I went to a National's game with Tom and saw the Cubs lose horribly, and last week during orientation our class was treated to nosebleed seats at a Yankee game. On the hottest day of the year!

It was almost unbearable, and part of our group left at the top of the 4th inning, but D and I stuck things out until the bottom of the 8th when it was clearly a blowout. The stadium seats were scorching hot, but thankfully we brought frozen water bottles to cool things down. It BURNS US!

I toughed it out mostly because the tourist in me wanted to see Yankee Stadium finally. Check that off the list of things to do, along with sweating through every stitch of clothing I was wearing. And not in a fun way. Thank goodnes for Gold Bond. At least I wasn't as foolish as this guy, who decided only halfway through the game to beg some random chick for sunscreen. I guess he was drunk enough that he didn't notice his skin peeling off. Eye candy indeed.

Posted by Jeff at 11:48 PM | Permalink

It always sneaks up on me, and I'm pleasantly surprised when the new year brings the start of Grand Slam Tennis with the Australian Open. Just as I was starting to get myself back on a schedule with the rest of the world, I get late nights and early mornings of tennis from the other side of the world. Tidbits so far: Venus is out already, *yawn*. Martina Hingis (remember her?) is back after a long absence from tennis with injuries. She's kind of a beyotch, but she's won this tournament 3 times in the past.

Posted by Jeff at 11:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)