Do it you fuckers, do it do it

This is temporary, as are all things.

Six of us bothered to show up to our Ultimate Frisbee game last night. That would be Six of Fourteen, and we need a minimum of Seven to actually play. We raised a flag to the opposing team, alerting them to our situation and handing them a Notice of Forfeit. They decided in fairness to give us a man so we could still play and we accepted their offer. We are the lowest ranked team of the Eight in The League, and this team was ranked First or Second. It was a bereft attempt on our part, but it felt good to feign ability and it felt good to move on the field and it was cold as ever and short sleeves and numb hands didn't help us run and jump and catch and run and throw but fall, much.

We scored One point. Contentment is warm.

Last week during our game a Soccer-bred High School kid pointed out to his teammates that I was covering him and that at any point he desired he could break away and that there was nothing I could do about it. He broke away and scored--there was nothing I could do about that. Last night I was covering a guy who either was holding back or honestly was about the same speed as I am, until the tallest guy on the field decided to switch it up. He broke for the disc convinced that I couldn't do much about it until I pivoted, jumped, flailed, and knocked that shit to the ground.

Do it you fuckers, do it do it.

Tonight is a birthday at La Perla. Next Friday is a birthday at La Fuentes. These things happen. Margarita Pitchers are delicious. I drank one-point-five of them a little over two months ago when situations were a little less assured than they seem to be now. Things can progress and change rather quickly, but it's nice to know some are static; I heart pizza, and I sure as hell heart pitcher.

Assurances are fickle, though. We have our new manager starting today at work, replacing the one that took over two weeks ago to fill in for the manager who took over three months ago to replace the one that ended up filling in for them who was really just here in the first place to cover an absence of a manager after our buddy was "found out", in a way. It's not as confusing as it might seem.

And as such I can't take too much time with musings. But this isn't static, it is temporary. So it's okay.