quick notes
May. 30th, 2011 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I updated about the game on Tumblr, since that cc's to my Twitter and a bunch of derby peeps follow that. So I wrote a bit about it. Summing up, though, since I hate when people expect me to click around like about a goddamn detective to figure out where their lives are at:
They beat us by a bunch, we figured out their strategy too late, we had fun anyway, I got spectacularly hammered and richly deserved my hangover yesterday-- which was astonishingly not that bad. Like 12 hours of nausea, yeah, but well-timed, and no headache? I deserved way worse. And then I skated at practice that night and survived, which was amazing.
Today I am much sorer, including weirdly a patch just above my hip on my left side, which feels muscular not contusion-y, so I've no idea what's up there. (Did I try too hard to throw someone with my ass? Don't know.) My neck is also really unhappy and I wish I knew somebody who would massage me tenderly, preferably with Tiger Balm. Alas, Z is good for many things, but will not perform that particular task for me. Alas, alas.
I am so so so so glad the store is closed today; I need a day at home very badly.
Last night on the way to practice Z's car, which had been making a scary noise, abruptly gave The Dreaded Exclamation Point error message. Z Googled around and is worried that it's a $6500 part that's failed; blue book value on his car is only $4k.
So today I'm teaching him how to drive stick, so he can use my car too.
They beat us by a bunch, we figured out their strategy too late, we had fun anyway, I got spectacularly hammered and richly deserved my hangover yesterday-- which was astonishingly not that bad. Like 12 hours of nausea, yeah, but well-timed, and no headache? I deserved way worse. And then I skated at practice that night and survived, which was amazing.
Today I am much sorer, including weirdly a patch just above my hip on my left side, which feels muscular not contusion-y, so I've no idea what's up there. (Did I try too hard to throw someone with my ass? Don't know.) My neck is also really unhappy and I wish I knew somebody who would massage me tenderly, preferably with Tiger Balm. Alas, Z is good for many things, but will not perform that particular task for me. Alas, alas.
I am so so so so glad the store is closed today; I need a day at home very badly.
Last night on the way to practice Z's car, which had been making a scary noise, abruptly gave The Dreaded Exclamation Point error message. Z Googled around and is worried that it's a $6500 part that's failed; blue book value on his car is only $4k.
So today I'm teaching him how to drive stick, so he can use my car too.
