Jensy kicks first about last night's pleasant absurdities:
Monday, May 3rd - A rainy morning, listening to Elvis. Coffee at the coffeeshop is free today, as it is the owner's daughter's 1st birthday. I wonder if the kid gets any. Of course, being connected like i am! i'm getting my coffee for free as it is. I woke fitfully at 8 am from one of the creepier dreams i've had maybe ever. I won't go into details, but it will be a long while before i eat shrimp again. You may see by my notice at the top that i'm playing a show tomorrow. I'll be giving away "advance copies" of my CD Sings Seven Songs Sweetly. I'll be playing bass, singing and generally trying to avoid peeing in my pants. Should be good for a Tuesday nite.
A rundown of recent activities on a busy, busy weekend ...
Kickbrawl, subjects unknown
(This photo made possible by a grant from the Dailey Foundation)
Kickball week 3 featured our first, unbelievably good-natured, brawl. Naturally, permanent pitcher J. Braun was at the center of this maelstrom. Los Piratas Mechanicos and The Orphans of The Mark Bar fame were playing in a hotly-contested rematch of Game One, with Braun rolling inside heat and talking smack from the mound. The Pirates are a rowdy bunch, sure, but the Orphans proved to be worthy competitors on both the field and in the dugout. And so, after one too many crummy, bouncy pitches, tempers flared and both teams ran on the field and poured their drinks on each other! There was also plenty of play tackling and other such grinning chaos, and it was a pretty priceless moment. It also made me realize something: uniforms really do make a difference. Would this have happened if the Pirates weren't looking so threatening in their black t-shirts, and the Orphans didn't look so unified in their white shirts? Kevin called it a parable for a race riot. I say it was just a riot. And so, some quick results ...
Game One - Los Piratas Mechanicos 2, Orphans 1
Game Two - Carstensens 7, Non-Carstensens 5
Game Three - Orphans 7, Los Piratas Mechanicos 6 (extra innings)
Game Four - Non-Carstensens 7, Carstensens 6 (extra innings)
... and now the pitch. I want to finally form my own team, called the Orangesleeves. Everyone except me hates the name Orangesleeves, but i like how old-timey and non-threatening it sounds, like White Sox or Maple Leafs. Drop me a line if you want in. Requirements are a shirt with orange sleeves and a willingness to rumble with shit-talking pirates, or Team Coral Room, if those pussies ever get their act together. Dames encouraged.
I will also be decorous enough to not get any fine establishments in trouble by blabbing which bar by the Field of Dreams serves margaritas to take away, but it was a very pleasant discovery....to read the rest, go here:
Monday, May 3rd - A rainy morning, listening to Elvis. Coffee at the coffeeshop is free today, as it is the owner's daughter's 1st birthday. I wonder if the kid gets any. Of course, being connected like i am! i'm getting my coffee for free as it is. I woke fitfully at 8 am from one of the creepier dreams i've had maybe ever. I won't go into details, but it will be a long while before i eat shrimp again. You may see by my notice at the top that i'm playing a show tomorrow. I'll be giving away "advance copies" of my CD Sings Seven Songs Sweetly. I'll be playing bass, singing and generally trying to avoid peeing in my pants. Should be good for a Tuesday nite.
A rundown of recent activities on a busy, busy weekend ...
Kickbrawl, subjects unknown
(This photo made possible by a grant from the Dailey Foundation)
Kickball week 3 featured our first, unbelievably good-natured, brawl. Naturally, permanent pitcher J. Braun was at the center of this maelstrom. Los Piratas Mechanicos and The Orphans of The Mark Bar fame were playing in a hotly-contested rematch of Game One, with Braun rolling inside heat and talking smack from the mound. The Pirates are a rowdy bunch, sure, but the Orphans proved to be worthy competitors on both the field and in the dugout. And so, after one too many crummy, bouncy pitches, tempers flared and both teams ran on the field and poured their drinks on each other! There was also plenty of play tackling and other such grinning chaos, and it was a pretty priceless moment. It also made me realize something: uniforms really do make a difference. Would this have happened if the Pirates weren't looking so threatening in their black t-shirts, and the Orphans didn't look so unified in their white shirts? Kevin called it a parable for a race riot. I say it was just a riot. And so, some quick results ...
Game One - Los Piratas Mechanicos 2, Orphans 1
Game Two - Carstensens 7, Non-Carstensens 5
Game Three - Orphans 7, Los Piratas Mechanicos 6 (extra innings)
Game Four - Non-Carstensens 7, Carstensens 6 (extra innings)
... and now the pitch. I want to finally form my own team, called the Orangesleeves. Everyone except me hates the name Orangesleeves, but i like how old-timey and non-threatening it sounds, like White Sox or Maple Leafs. Drop me a line if you want in. Requirements are a shirt with orange sleeves and a willingness to rumble with shit-talking pirates, or Team Coral Room, if those pussies ever get their act together. Dames encouraged.
I will also be decorous enough to not get any fine establishments in trouble by blabbing which bar by the Field of Dreams serves margaritas to take away, but it was a very pleasant discovery....to read the rest, go here: