Look at all the things I should’ve told you about last week!
By Hannah Wallace
Oy, sorry for the hiatus, folks. Various things wound up blog-blocking me last week. As a result, I’ve amassed quite a few events—past and future—to share with you. Discuss:
We’re still house-hunting! Check out our intrepid Real Estate Junkie trying to help CCB and me with our house hunt. Remember, R.E. Junkie is also Mr. Chatterbox, who’s also our landlord, so it’s all very incestuous. Opinions on the offerings?
Savor Sarasota starts today! Alas, instead of going out to dinner, CCB and I will be trying not to lose our lunch at our boxing training session. Still, we plan to take advantage of the crazy $25 dinner deals over the next two weeks, both to visit our old faves (Mattison’s City Grille is again offering the dreamy bruschetta and killer mushroom-sauce ravioli) as well as try some new spots—Derek’s, Vernona and Pino’s 100 Central are on the short list.
SH-T Kickers Victorious: That’s me bottom center, with Mrs. Harrible
and Rock Star Kim to my left, along with the rest of the champs.
SH-T Kickers are No. 1! After going 12-1-1 in the regular season, our kickball team took down Menace to Sobriety in the semis, then won a thrilling extra-inning game against Ed’s Tavern—bottom of the ninth, two outs—to take the championship. Best of all, team captain/manager/mother/cinematographer Rock Star Kim scored the winning run (and No. 1 fan Top Dawg Tom got his own trophy). Like something out of a demented Disney movie, isn’t it?
CCB’s a brute! Yeah, CCB, the Cheetah Club Killer, took home the SH-T Kickers’ “Ready 2 Rumble” award for his almost-kickball-fight (seriously) a couple of weeks ago. He followed up that performance with some fancy stickwork to get himself kicked out of the Revolution game on Sunday. Which unfortunately coincided with Mr. Harrible breaking his skate, leaving the rest of the team angry and tired—as, I suppose, hockey players should be.
People are stupid! The gathering we hosted to watch the last UFC match on Pay-Per-View last weekend yielded at least one brilliant story: Krazy Kevin’s friends, whom we’d never met before, wandered off halfway through the evening, apparently trying to walk home. To
I’m stupidly lucky! This Friday is Champs Sports Seventh Annual Celebrity Sports Night at the Hyatt. Devin Hester, Mia Hamm, Wade Boggs and a mass of other sports stars are supposed to be there. Y’know who else is supposed to be there? Me. I am. They even invite guests to wear their favorite team’s jersey—how cool is that? So all I have to do is decide if I’m going to show love for Steve Young or the Red Wings, or finally buy myself a Lightning jersey in a shameless attempt to get Dave Andreychuk’s attention.
Or maybe I’ll wear my Beerslingers’ jersey, just to be different.