Slow fried blast pit monster, oh yeah.

Weekend has come and gone. I just got back from my 1st kickball game (2nd for my team) and while we didn't win, "Waiting for Guffman" certainly represented. We lost 4-3, however there was a lot of contention about the score. We think our team cheated on a number of occasions. Our captain made an attempt to argue the score however we were hampered by certain conditions. We didn't have every rule memorized like our opponents did, so we voiced our arguments to the wrong people at the wrong time (much like the supreme courts. it's not what you ask but how you ask it). Our opponents took this game way to seriously (and we're rude and unsportsmanlike from the start). It's kickball for Christ’s sake, not a funeral. Our 'suspicion' that our opponents were class-A jerks was proven true when they started a fight with their next opponent before they could even begin their double-header. Like I said, it's just kickball.

Friday night was a treat. We saw a very cool production of "Hamlet", which was part of DC's Free-For-All outdoor theatre. And the price was right - free! The costumes and the set were great. Everyone was dressed in black leather (oh yea!) and the set was a series of stone slabs. Great Looking + Good Acting = Great Night Out.

power-up.