Thursday, September 6, 2007

infield fly rule

i keep flitting through other people's blogs (anonymously stalking many individuals) and getting impatient with the ones that haven't been updated since my last obsessive round of clicks. a bit hypocritical of me since i haven't done any writing of my own in almost a week. so here you are my one true reader, here's something new to read:

the family weekend was a success. 2 brunches, 3 over priced beers, 1 foot long hot dog, and a trip to Alon's Bakery. the seats at the Braves Game were incredible: 3rd base side in the shade, halfway between 3rd base and the left field foul pole. sadly the Braves flubbed the game (the end felt near when the mets hit 2 home runs in one inning), but we had a good time people watching. as it turns out, baseball isn't america's past time. eating is the true epicenter of all things american. fearing ejection from the ballpark, we did our part to blend in with the natives. we left a respectable pile of peanut shells, hot dog wrappers and empty beer cups in our wake as we filed out of the stands (because the 3rd most exciting thing to do at a baseball game, after eating and taunting the pitcher, is litter).

unworthy movie of the week: Small Time Crooks. we finally fast forwarded through the second half of woody allen's stuttering and arm waving to a very predictable ending. oy.

library books currently sitting in a pile next to me: several short story collections from Robert Walser and Michael Chabon's "Yiddish Policeman's Union" and "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay".

now if i can only stay awake long enough to read...


The Ninny said...

are your cats sleeping in unpacked boxes?

Jes said...

Kitties in a box!

You guys missed vegan potluck again--come next week!