While I’m home sleeping every night, I think my computer here at work is doing some SERIOUS CRACK COCAINE. I have no other explanation for why it appears possessed. It must be drugs.
In other news, I rode along with Nacho to pick up Chris at the airport last night. It was so weird for him to be coming into town for the weekend (for Betsy and Edgar’s wedding on Sunday) when three weeks ago he still lived here. It was good to see him, and we all had a lovely, if late, dinner at Chili’s. He’s enjoying Stanford, but it’s more work than he expected. “I told you so,” says I.
He and all the boys are doing the Edgar-bachelor-party-thing today. They’re renting a 15-passenger van to drive around town in. I volunteered to be the designated driver and even said I’d wear something skimpy, but alas, I’m a girl, and thus I am not allowed to participate in the bachelor party. Too bad. Bachelor parties sound much more fun than bridal showers.
(Note to Betsy — not that bridal showers aren’t fun! Yours was very fun!)
I am very excited about their wedding on Sunday. I love going to weddings, and it should be lots of fun.
So I was at work until almost 7:00 last night working on stupid footprints (sorry Dad, but they’re stupid) and listening to the Astros-Braves game. I can’t believe Rafael Furcal hit the game-winning home run. He’s like three feet tall! Come on! It was a weird game, all in all. Bullpen phones supposedly not working, Garner putting Lidge in with only 1 out in the 7th, Lidge then giving up the tying run, etc etc. Weird. But it’s good for the Astros to leave Atlanta with a split, and hopefully Backe can pitch another good game tomorrow for a win.
