my weekend festivities:
- saturday: i don't think we did much aside from roto-till the garden, which i technically didn't do. all i did was pick up poop from around the yard. woohoo. and practiced. woohoo.
- sunday: nearly died marching in the memorial day parade (i mean, a mile is no big deal, but thick navy blue polos and long pants aren't fun for walking in the sun in), and then we went to a hooflah with mike's family. once again, i was like 'i don't know any of you people!!!!' but i ended up meeting this totally awesome dude (while trying to not trash my khakis getting a kayak out of the cove)
- monday: we planted in the garden, had 'piao' lessons, practiced a little (can not believe that i actually had the guts to swing at a negatively inside pitch. as in it was thrown behind me.)
yup, i'm a loser.
and it just dawned on me this weekend that i won't see buddy#1 until aug4th when the sox play at kauffman. :,(