I'm about to go America all over somebody's ass.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Will we see the Dodgers continue their win streak? No, but they did win both games we attended, much to the delight of the boyfriend. I might not be a Dodger fan, and I find it to be strangely revolting to cheer for Grady Little, but it's always easy to cheer against Barry Bonds.

Will we break the no-red meat rule for a Dodger Dog? I'll take the fifth.

Will Chris grow a mustache to piss me off? Not yet...

Will there be anything remotely interesting to do in a place called Coos Bay? Actually...no.

Will I manage to sneak away from Chris long enough to watch one of the Sox/Yankees games? Yes. Unfortunately.

Will the Sox return to their earlier season form or will this be the week that they conceed the division? The most emphatic concession in history. Shouldn't the entire franchise be forced to finish out the season in AAA?

Will I ever come out of Powell's Books? I was dragged. It was ugly.

Will I be able to buy a Bill Mueller Dodger t-shirt for a big he's-about-to-retire discount? No. Apparently those shirts have already been shipped to a third world country along with the 2003 Boston Red Sox ALCS Champions t-shirts.

How long can I pretend to be interested in giant trees? However long it takes to drive one mile on US 101.

Will I actually come back to Texas? Begrudgingly. Someone pass the prozac and the sunblock.

All good things must end, so because things like health insurance and paychecks are important, I'm back in the land of strip malls and Aqua Net. We met some amazing people, saw picturesque parts of the county, and drank a ton of fantastic beer. San Francisco was as great as I thought it would be, Eureka (California) is a scary place, Oregon is beautiful, and Portland is my future home. But alas - there's nothing quite like 106 degree weather, a Yankee 5-game sweep of the Sox, and 150 emails in my work inbox to signal the end of vacation.

And so, yes, eventually, I will touch on the dramatic sudden suckitude of the Red Sox, the offseason activities of the Flyers, my daydreams involving Terrell Owens' achilles heel and a wrench, and the plight of the Eagles to find a better receiver than Alligator Arms.

But all of that will have to wait. I've got vacation pictures to look at.

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jealousss. let's all move to the west coast and wear skirts year-round!
 
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