Yesterday was great. I wound up going to a derby game. The teams were relatively new, less than a year old, I think, but they were brutal. it was a lot different than games in Boston. For one thing it seemed more of a novelty than the actual sport the dames up north treat it as. For example, the anouncers kept saying things like "Don't they look great, folks?" That shit would never fly. It was like a throwback to the staged games in the 70's, when it was more about cute girls getting in fights (which happened) than actual serious competition. The first game kind of sucked, it was I guess the Asheville B-team, and the final score was like 50-40, but there was plenty of spills and injuries and two girls got ejected for starting a fight after two pig piles brought both teams entirely to the ground, I just don't think they've realised the full intent of the sport yet. The second game however, was the Asheville allstars vs Charlotte and that was great. It was close the whole time, yet again there was lots of spills, but the Asheville jammers were really good, definitely on par with the pros. We left with ten minutes left and apparently during that ten minutes Charlotte caught up to pass Asheville by 3 points, but then Asheville made an insane 20 point comeback.
We talked about it after and if they get sponsored, they could be great. I guess they only have each other to play right now, since they don't have the funding to travel anywhere. Greg, who's house we had the q at the other day, said he'd build them a bank track. Awesome.
After that we went to the Frog again and it was awesome again. Eric caught me impersonating him, which was funny. I went to the bathroom and they had repaired the stall door which had been ripped off the other night. Eugene was right.
Then we went to a marvelous party. It was luau themed, which didn't really mean anything, but there was a trash can filled with ice and pbr's and a percussion jam going on in the basement. For a while we sat and drank in an old VW minibus parked in the back, which was surreal. The beers were wearing little Hawaiian shirts. The best part, other than getting hit on which is always nice, was upstairs. In the living room this guy and girl were playing old timey hits on banjos. We sat around and sang along, they played all those southern songs you know some of the lyrics to somehow. "I was born in east Virginia, North Carolina, I did roam..." Then out of nowhere, this guy showed up with hard face, goatee, ripped carharts and fiddle and made everything perfect. He knew so many songs and was so amazing he could have been born during the civil war. Then someone kicked over a lantern and the whole place caught on fire and we had to run home.
Just kidding.
I caught a white moth and threw it at Tim.
Afterwards we had gin and tonics at Tim's, Keanne went to bed and Tim and I investigated a 24-h coffee shop on Merriman. There was almost no one there, except for some nerds upfront arguing about which class is best in Neverwinter Nights. Obviously its rogue, since rogue is the best class in any game. I can't stand nerds who can't also be cool. Its so easy. In a lot of ways I'm a lot nerdier than any nerd I've met, I just do a lot more. Oh well.
Then I went to bed.
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