Monday, May 24, 2004
Yesterday after work I attended an Advertising Club function at the park down the road apiece from school. I wore a Harve Benard denim skirt, a halter top (in which I went au natural), and my boots from sophomore year (the ones with the flippy left sole). My ensemble made playtime difficult, but I managed fairly well.at 1:39 PM
The boys played a whiffleball homerun derby, but the guy who pitched to me jipped me out of it entirely, for which I was much displeased. He either threw outside or hit me (none of this on purpose). And during a run (observing me run must be extremely hilarious to other people) to fetch a ball, my flippy sole finally fell off. When I left, I gimp-walked to the parking lot past a high school graduation party, whose attendees pointed and laughed (not meanly) at my misfortune.
Uncle Nick introduced me to a flavor of ice cream called "Pineapple Upside-Down Cake". He has also widened my dietary horizons to include spinach, grape tomatoes, brussel sprouts, zucchini, mushrooms, cauliflower, and squash, which I suppose evens out the ice cream.
I ought to begin packing, but I must first acquire boxes. Most of what Fuddruckers discards is either too large or too small. Scheisse.
