Today was a perfect day for kickball

Donna Martin Graduate!!!

Dear Hutch,

Today was a perfect day for kickball in Los Angeles. The daily high was 80 degrees but there was a breeze. It was bright and sunny, so I wore my sombrero around Westwood. I miss kickball and its camaraderie.

I am about to get dressed for my graduate program's "prom", which will be at some posh trendy club in Hollywood. I assume I'll see some D-List celebrity while standing in line again! Joelski will not be there. He is schmoozing with the admitted Stern students in New York this weekend. I hope they don't give him a hard time for being from the Valley.

I thought about my options for Joel-stand ins. They included my original prom date and flanking myself with two members of Joel's Jew Crew. But then I realized that I could never "replace" Joel with a stand-in. It just wouldn't be the same.

Meanwhile, remember when I went to Tax Prom with Tim??? I had a great dress (actually it was my first try at a prom dress; my date's sister actually rejected it, so I had to try again and came up with the poofy pink number I will be wearing tonight). Tim actually picked me up at 1929 in a cab and he looked so sharp.

*Sigh. I wish Joelski were here tonight to do that with me. I think you guys would like each other, even if the only thing you have in common is me.

So basically I don't want to go to prom but I feel like I have to go to prom because what if someone does something that parallels or trumps what Donna Martin did at prom?? Remember "Donna Martin Graduate" chant on "90210"??

Hugs and kisses,
Sirinyay

Instead of playing kickball, I have been at nerd camp

And my summer at nerd camp has been okay. I definitely miss my kickball team and speak of you guys often. On my first day back in LA, a Wednesday, I was on the phone constantly with Hutch to ensure that we had enough people to play. I'm at a site I have never been to in prior summers (four at LMU), which has been good in that I have seen a new place and mostly bad because I a) HATE CHANGE and b) really disliked the lack of organization manifest in the organization. But I did make a couple of friends (a bunch of frat boys from College of Wooster) and form an alliance with the few RAs who were deemed competent (a high compliment in the world of camp counseling).

With one of the frat boys, David, I brought Tom Ryan's favorite activity besides Robot Wars to Santa Cruz. Renamed Glue Stuff to DO and Sirinya (as opposed to Glue Stuff to Tom and Jason), the kids glued and blue-taped streamers, construction paper, twigs, plastic stuff and manboobs for 45 minutes. It was their favorite activity ever.


The original activity:

Attitude is everything

So we lost. Again. But it's okay because we got to finish up the keg at Liz and Jeremy's afterward. (And I played pool there, which is a potentially bad idea.)

I think we may actually be at the bottom of the league. However, we finally found ourselves a decent first baseman (the Token Asian Guy, Dan) whom I think he'd be even more effective at second base or as short stop. So Adam Heller, where ARE you? Ari and I were the only ones to score runs; we were at the top of the line up, so Capts Brian and Hutch are doing something right.

Becki is on the injured list. She injured her thigh somehow, but I hope she makes it back next week.

Kat is our returning MVP because she got three fly balls in a row. Dan the TAG is the rookie MVP because he did an outstanding job tagging people out at first base.

Come out and see us next week. You'll find me on the sidelines cubing because watching the actual game itself is too stressful for me.

Team launched

Yesterday the former members of Cheney's Duck Hunt congregated at an unknown bar by Gallery Place to discuss business. What would be our new team name? Hutch wanted to name us after Papa Sao or something resembling Papazao, which would be the name of K-Fed's one and only hit. We decided on pink shirts. We wanted to be that team.

We would be "I don't roll on Shabbos". Hutch is excited about playing for the Jews.