Lacrosse

I'm so worried about Nick. We went to go see his lacrosse game today, which wasn't a problem since we went to the city yesterday, and he came to our house afterward and we had to drive him back anyway.

It was pouring rain, about 35 degrees out, and we were all huddled in the press box (by the way, they have really nice fields at Fairfield), and Nick didn't play the entire game. He missed a few practices and a game, I think, while he was in Mexico with Jen visiting Jenny (his grandmother), but, honestly, is that his fault? So Jen's going to buy tickets to Mexico and Nick will tell her, "Nope, can't go, I've got practice"?

So he was just standing out there in his shorts and short sleeves, and they're not even allowed to wear sweatshirts, so he's freezing his ass off even more than we are even in the press box. In the second quarter, he went in for about 26 seconds, but that's it.

Fairfield lost by, what, 13 points?

So we go into the little garage-y type thing where all the hot varsity guys are huddled listening to their coach, and after the post-game speech is over Nick comes over to us shaking from the cold. His face was literally blue. He can barely talk, but tells us that the coach wants him to stay for the JV game that was right after the varsity game. He's soaking wet, freezing, and his coach wouldn't even let him go home and warm up before the game.

He and Jen argue, of course. I still don't see why she made him go. He's going to get sick for sure. He gave us hugs before he ran out onto the field to warm up. The coach promised he'd get to play in the JV game, and Nick did get to play, and Fairfield won, but, honestly. Was it worth it?

Anyway, when we were in the city, it was just Nick, Steve, and I hanging out, and it was really nice. We went to the car show, and the Jeep exhibit was SO cool. It didn't seem real, the incline that those cars could go up. The traction!!! It was insane. They were the only ones with a practical thing (Camp Jeep, they called it) but I found my dream car. A Saab. Old-looking and bright orange. I loved it.

And the guys were drooling over all the cars, of course. There was this HUGE concept car called the Super Chief. I forget who it was by, but I hope it NEVER goes on the market. It would eat gas stations, and completely destroy the environment. I wanted to key it, and then petition to the manufacturers to destroy all of the plans for it. It was THAT bad. Even the guys didn't like it.

We took a cab to Washington Square Park and looked for this Brazilian place, Barbados, that Johnny (Nick's uncle) had taken Steve and Nick to, but we couldn't find it. It was supposedly on Elizabeth Street, but it's a fairly short street, and we didn't find it. First, though, we had drinks at Epistrophy, which is an incredibly cool place. Jen met us there. The last time we'd seen her was at The Market Cafe for lunch, so she was already all dolled up and beautiful for the surprise party she was goinf to for her friend Lisa. Nick was running around frantically to Paul Frank and all these places trying to find a card for Lisa, but ended up struggling to get ballpoint pen to show up on a postcard at Epistrophy.

We ended up just getting dumplings, a nice little appetizer, at The Kitchen Club, a great place that we all love. Walking home, we saw the funniest flyer for a lost lighter, and it had a website that I went to, and it's actually pretty amusing. Here, http://www.ilostmylighter.com. Dana's the one that created it. Check it out.

Then we went outside when we got home and played idiotball, adding to the injuries I amassed Thursday night (either that or Wednesday night) when we had Tom, Paul, Erica, Maggie, Mike, Dane, Hayden, and some other folks I don't really remember over. We went swimming again, like me and Sophia did last weekend, brrrr. Paul tied his shirt up in a knot, stuffed two apples down his shirt, and placed a blonde wig on his closely cut hair. Then we taught him to model walk. It was great.

We got the drumset fixed up, huzzah. I'm spending practically every free moment in there (the garage where the set is). The guy at The Drum Center didn't charge us for fixing the sutff huzzah. He put a clutch on the hi-hat, gave us some screwsf or the bass drum, gave us a key for the snare

Okay, the lag on my computer is pissing me loff. I'm sorry if this stuff is spelt very wrong or whatev. I have to go. It's so annoying, I can't even see what I'm writing.

R.I.P. Goober