Feliz viernes, amigos.
When last we spoke, I was headed broomball-shoppingward. I found very sexy shoes and my broom at Play It Again Sports, a store I hope to never have to return to, as it is staffed by third-string high school quarterbacks with some mysterious ball-scratching disease. I then went to Sports Authority in search of pads and cold-weather clothing (the REI thereabouts sucks, or I’d have gone there instead).
See, my goal with broomball is to not die of cold. Considering how I’ve dealt with the temperatures in the last week, I think this is of utmost priority. I tried on about 18 pairs of snowboarding pants (ranging from medium to extra-large, following a completely random sizing system made up drunk people), and finally found a pair that I liked. I got a long underwear top and bottoms with Technology, and figure I will look at REI for a pair of fleece pants or somesuch, so that I may rock the layers. I’ll be damned if I’m going to wear jeans to broomball.
I also got an awesomely fuzzy hat, and gloves that are both windproof and waterproof. They make my hands sweat even in the out-of-doors, so therefore I believe them to be perfect. I intend to be the least likely frostbite victim on earth.
I went home, gathered my power tools (well, tool: I have a Black and Decker drill), and headed to Matt’s for Cable Installation 2006. What we learned from that experience is as follows:
- To say that Comcast sucks would be an egregious understatement.
- Drilling holes through walls is TERRIFICALLY EXCITING.
- All home repairs should involve a wire coat hanger (I learned this from my dad).
Eight days later, when Comcast finally decided to allow things to work, I discovered that THEY SHOW LIQUOR ADS ON TV NOW. When did this happen? Also, I’m still wowed by the technology known as DVR. Haha.
Yesterday, I was nearly dead of dryness. Seriously, my legs felt itchy no matter how much lotion I put on them, or how many times I emptied the entire contents of the water cooler into my Camelbak bottle. So immediately after work, I ran to Walgreens and got me the cheapest humidifier I could find. I felt sorry for it, sitting there all feature-free. Its biggest technological advancement is a glow-in-the-dark Walgreens sticker on top so you don’t run into it in the dark. But I don’t need features so much as I need a robot that will put moisture into my atmosphere so that the wearing of pants doesn’t actually hurt.
I started it up the second I got home, ran it in the bedroom until I returned from DDR Extravaganza, and then moved it out into the living room overnight. Today, I am happy to announce that I am 40% less likely to die of dessication. And also that I’m not as good at DDR as I used to be, but I can still rock Butterfly on standard. That’s my only goal.
Also also, Jumi’s roommate Josh was talking about going to shoot guns. I told him I’m way better with rifles than handguns. He asked if I wanted to shoot his M-16. I needed a moment alone after that.
And now I am ready for the weekend to begin, although work seems to have other plans for me for the next couple hours. Sometimes tells me I will survive despite this obstacle, for I have much to look forward to. I hope your weekends are equally awesome, dudes. See you next week!
Jenni