I know you're a supra genius
Derby has kept me pretty busy these past few weeks. Two weeks ago, I traveled down to Austin to help out officiating the Governor's Cup. It was a good weekend and I learned a lot. Sadly, I think my request for an official WFTDA review was likely ignored. Either that or they are sent straight to WFTDA and I don't know about it
Last weekend had me traveling north to Oklahoma City for derby, again to help with the non-skating official duties. That bout was a heartbreaker. Despite us fielding only 9 skaters (a full roster is 14), we came within 4 measly points of the Victory Dolls thanks in part to some excellent jamming by The Dixie Witch. Unfortunately, after that, their best jammer just started cleaning our clock, weaving in and out of the pack as if we weren't even there.
This past Friday night, a few of us went to make an appearance in Ft. Worth because one of our new sponsors, Buffalo Trace bourbon, was having a party to celebrate their new website launch. There weren't very many of us there, but good times and free glasses were had by all. Forgive the shameless plug. I'm not really a bourbon drinker, preferring instead to have an assortment of rums, but Buffalo Trace is pretty damn good, about on a level of Maker's Mark.
Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to the Stepford Wives pre-bout party last night because of work. Otherwise, I'd have been there too. Hell, I don't even know how I'm going to make the bout in two weeks. I'm scheduled to work, and furthermore, I'm not allowed to take the night off because someone on the other side of the week on the day shift is taking one of their furlough days. Yeah, it totally makes sense. I can't take off because someone has a day off on a day I'm not even working.
But I digress. Business being out of the way, I find myself in what appears to be living in interesting times. There's a derby bout coming up in July in New Mexico. While it is quite the trip, I'm about 95% convinced to go thanks to my derby boss, Eve*. I've geeked out with her hardcore for hours at a time on any number of subjects to and from Oklahoma City, and again last night at the Buffalo Trace party and subsequent breakfast at IHOP. It's not the possibility for great conversation that's pretty much convinced me to go to travel up to New Mexico. Neither is it the fact that we think alike to an extent that it's kind of spooky. It's not even the wee bit of a crush I've got on her. No no, it's the fact that she used to work at Los Alamos National Laboratory and that she knows the state like the back of her hand, from Los Alamos to Taos Pueblo to the Very Large Array. It's that last bit that is really making me squee. No, seriously. She mentioned that and my face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Fuck you, radio astronomy is awesome.
*She is a mad scientist. I am Minion #1.
Last weekend had me traveling north to Oklahoma City for derby, again to help with the non-skating official duties. That bout was a heartbreaker. Despite us fielding only 9 skaters (a full roster is 14), we came within 4 measly points of the Victory Dolls thanks in part to some excellent jamming by The Dixie Witch. Unfortunately, after that, their best jammer just started cleaning our clock, weaving in and out of the pack as if we weren't even there.
This past Friday night, a few of us went to make an appearance in Ft. Worth because one of our new sponsors, Buffalo Trace bourbon, was having a party to celebrate their new website launch. There weren't very many of us there, but good times and free glasses were had by all. Forgive the shameless plug. I'm not really a bourbon drinker, preferring instead to have an assortment of rums, but Buffalo Trace is pretty damn good, about on a level of Maker's Mark.
Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to the Stepford Wives pre-bout party last night because of work. Otherwise, I'd have been there too. Hell, I don't even know how I'm going to make the bout in two weeks. I'm scheduled to work, and furthermore, I'm not allowed to take the night off because someone on the other side of the week on the day shift is taking one of their furlough days. Yeah, it totally makes sense. I can't take off because someone has a day off on a day I'm not even working.
But I digress. Business being out of the way, I find myself in what appears to be living in interesting times. There's a derby bout coming up in July in New Mexico. While it is quite the trip, I'm about 95% convinced to go thanks to my derby boss, Eve*. I've geeked out with her hardcore for hours at a time on any number of subjects to and from Oklahoma City, and again last night at the Buffalo Trace party and subsequent breakfast at IHOP. It's not the possibility for great conversation that's pretty much convinced me to go to travel up to New Mexico. Neither is it the fact that we think alike to an extent that it's kind of spooky. It's not even the wee bit of a crush I've got on her. No no, it's the fact that she used to work at Los Alamos National Laboratory and that she knows the state like the back of her hand, from Los Alamos to Taos Pueblo to the Very Large Array. It's that last bit that is really making me squee. No, seriously. She mentioned that and my face lit up like a Christmas tree.
Fuck you, radio astronomy is awesome.
*She is a mad scientist. I am Minion #1.