Deidree Does Baseball… Without Larissa…

So I went to another baseball game last weekend, but without Larissa, because she was at a baby shower.  I went with a lovely gentleman, and then she met us downtown later with Dylan, and Tony…

If I can say nothing else for this guy, he put up with Tony, and well.  I’m impressed.

Larissa also fell in love with an arcade bar downtown and has insisted that we go back.  While we were there, I found the jukebox playing the music and put “Wagon Wheel” on.  I turned to the gentleman who accompanied me to the game and said “Wherever Larissa is in the bar right now, she will hear the song, laugh, and know that I put it on.”  As soon as I said that, she appeared right next to me and said “Oh my gosh, did you put this on?”  My gentleman friend almost jumped out of his skin.  It was hysterical.

The Rockies lost.

I turned last week’s free shirt into a dress.  I will have to post pictures of that soon.

That was pretty much Saturday.  Sorry, I am writing this after an eye dilation, so forgive me.

A Ping Lodged in Your Brain

I’m sure you’ve had this happen.  You wander around on any given day by yourself or with your friends and then something wedges itself in the back of your brain, you turn to your friend, and you say “You know what would be great….  Cheesecake.”

Now at this point, one of three things happens.

One:  Your friend says “Cheesecake would be great!” and you go get some.

Two:  Your friend says “No, that’s a terrible idea.” and you don’t.

Three:  You and your friend are in a big group and your friend say “Cheesecake would be great!” but someone else in the group shuts it down.

And then when you don’t get it, the idea inevitably wedges itself into your brain.

That one Wednesday I didn’t eat?  All I wanted was a grilled chicken sandwich.  So the next day, a little ping in the back of my brain chattered at me all day.  “You know what would be great, a grilled chicken sandwich.”  “Let’s go get a grilled chicken sandwich.”  “Hey!  Grilled chicken sandwich!”  “Who do think you are…  Running ’round leaving scars…  Collecting your jars of hearts…  Grilled chicken sandwich!”

So after work that day, Larissa, Dylan, and I went to the local bar and on their menu, it said that any of their burgers could be substituted with a grilled chicken breast.  And there was a sandwich with blue cheese and buffalo sauce and amazingness.  And I ordered it and it was the best grilled chicken sandwich ever.

But sometimes the opposite happens.  That cheesecake incident occurred at the Rockies game last Friday.  I told Amy we should get cheesecake, she loved the idea, Larissa did not.  So no cheesecake.

All Saturday and Sunday:  “Mmm, cheesecake…”  “How’s your White Rascal?  Wouldn’t it taste great with cheesecake?”  “Look at these shoes!  Cheesecake.”  “Headin’ down south to the land of the pines… Thumbin’ my way into North Caroline…  Starin’ up the road and pray to God I see–Cheesecake!”

So on Sunday, when I was in FoCo, after finishing dinner, despite that our current conversation was about staying physically fit and eating healthy, I burst out with “We should get cheesecake!”

And we did.  But I’ll be honest, that little ping in my head, despite being very vocal, had a smaller voice that also pinged “Make sure it’s from the Cheesecake Factory…”  So I got my cheesecake, and it was good, but I was still a little disappointed.

Does this ever happen to anyone else?  Right now the back of my head is pinging for a very cute pair of light blue and seersucker sperrys.

TSM Thursday 2012 Number Fourteen

The only bad thing about living with your big is deciding whether to caption your pictures “Big and Little” or “roomies.” TSM.  This happened to Stacey and I quite a bit when we roomed together.  I think we generally settled on “Big and Little.”

Always responding “Oh I LOVE her!” when someone asks if you know a girl in your sorority, even if you’ve only talked to her once. TSM.  I generally tend to say this whenever someone knows anyone I know.  Usually it’s true, but I remember one time when someone and I played the “who do you know that I know” game and I mentioned a guy I thought was really nice, but odds that they actually knew each other were low considering I only mentioned him because he was the only other person I’d ever met from New Mexico.  Well, the guy did know him from high school and called him a prick.  I was pretty upset and it colored our interactions from then on.  So it’s always better to err on the side of loving the person, just in case.  But like I said, it’s usually true since I love pretty much everybody.

I love life and it loves me right back. TSM.  This is my sunny disposition.  I figure life is too full of good things to be disappointed by the bad things that happen sometimes.

Big knows best. TSM.  Every time I try to give Lilac and Stacey advice and they ignore it, only to come back later and tell me that I was right, this is how I feel.  I don’t tell them that, but this always crosses my mind.

Getting married before the age of 25 sounds a lot like leaving a party before 10:00. TSM. Dylan has this bet going about which of our early wedded friends are going to divorce first.  I tell him that’s terrible and they will all be the exceptions.  But for myself, this is the idea I’m going with.

The Road Trip To-Do List

So last night, Larissa and I were at one of our favorite bars with Dylan and Hailey and Russel.  I haven’t seen Hailey in like a month and I haven’t seen Russel since Larissa’s wedding actually…  And I never see them out at bars, so I was just in an utter state of confusion.

While we were there, Larissa and I started making a list of things we would need for the trip down to Texas.  Please enjoy it in its entirety.  Larissa’s commentary is in quotes in parentheses.  Items that have been crossed out have already been acquired.

Paint

Plastic Primer

Cooler (I am in the process of painting a cooler.  Get excited.  Now get really excited.)

Chex mix

Gum (“Add gum to the list.”)

Lots of gum  (“Did you add gum?”)

Larissa won’t shut up about the gum (“Hey, I’m doing most of the driving and I need to concentrate!  Gum helps keeps me focused!”)

Making it rain gum (“I hate you.”)

Water

Gatorade (blue?)

Five hour energy (four?)

Mad libs

Sunflower seeds

Pillows and blankets

Music

CD with Wagon Wheel (“Do you mean every song?  You can’t make it every song.”)  CD with Wagon Wheel every other song.  (“No…..  Every fourth song?”)  CD with Wagon Wheel every third song.  (“Fine, fine, every third song.”)

Those little cracker things with peanut butter (Dylan: “Ritz cracker sandwiches?”)

Beef jerkey

And that is our list so far.  We are clearly prepared for a sixteen hour drive.  Clearly.