–Well, that happened.
–Our Ms Conduct travel season ended on a high note last weekend with a second-place finish in the state tournament. Given our history, you might liken that to the Bucs winning the conference championship. Or, perhaps, to the upstart American men’s hockey team winning silver.
–But we keep skating along: In an attempt to take advantage of all the Olympic hullabaloo—in which Ellenton itself played a supporting role—we’ve partnered with the rink to offer women’s ice hockey clinics Wednesday nights, 8 to 9:30 p.m. No experience necessary. C’mon, $20 gets you the Winter Olympics silver medal experience!
–Even as the travel season ends, CCB and I find ourselves all sported out for the weeks ahead: Sunday hockey, Monday boxing, Tuesday roller hockey at Bradenton’s Police Athletic League, Wednesday women’s ice clinic, Thursday or Friday kickball. I wonder if there’s a Saturday steer-wrestling or something I could get involved in…
–Perhaps we can find a new activity through the silent auction at this Saturday’s Club Forty night-club-in-an-airplane-hangar party. Last year’s Club Forty silent auction introduced us to Uppercut Boxing. What new and interesting activities might we embark upon this year?
–Party-going jet-setters that we are, we won’t be able to linger at Club Forty: Rock Star Kim is hosting a 90s party Saturday night, too, and Rock Star Kim’s once-a-decade parties are not to be missed. I’ve been frequenting Goodwill to assemble a My So-Called Life-inspired outfit, but I’m really really tempted to just snag a Scream stalker mask and take the easy-but-iconic route. CCB’s hoping to pair up with Little J to be Jay and Silent Bob, which: brilliant.
–Perhaps because of this busy springtime party schedule, CCB and I don’t have any regularly scheduled annual bashes to worry about hosting this time of year. Still, a Canadian snowbird teammate has requested that we host something in the springtime so she can attend, and we’ve found our muse: Due to an unfortunate and rage-inspiring set of circumstances affecting another Canadian teammate, Lefty, we’re now in the planning stages of the first-annual “Eff That Guy” party. Because “anger” was a theme missing from our party repertoire. And, y’know, great excuse to go nutso on a piñata. We’ve never been host to any serious injuries, so, well, fingers crossed.
–And in the midst of all this madness, we’ve got to find time to see all the Asolo Rep shows—especially the ones staged managed by my mother. Ma’s retiring at the end of this season—did you know that? Forty-one years as Asolo production stage manager. Dad’s already settled into his retirement, so this is pretty heartbreaking for a stage brat hanger-on like myself. But in anticipation of freedom, Ma’s been counting her frequent-flyer miles with a wicked grin on her face, so it’s hard to get too down about it.