Last Saturday was final game of the season against the Mayhem. I had most things packed on Wednesday as Thursday was going to be a full night and I wanted to leave after work on Friday. I managed to make it in at 7 AM and take a short lunch so I could head out at 3:45-4:00.... *someone interrupting... ok, gone* and get up to Northfield in time for Sophie's bedtime and my beer time. I realized that I had forgotten my suitcase and camera at home, so I snuck over there around noon to pick it up. Unfortunately, I forgot my suitcase at noon, too... *someone is bugging me.... and chewing gum obnoxiously... still here.... ok, gone* and checked my phone, finding Shaun's message. Thankfully I caught it and only had to drive three hours back to get my rugby clothes and little asthma pill.
Especially on the way back up, my mind drifted into day dreams and thoughts while I played both Before Sunrise and Before Sunset on my iPod. The full four hour journey seemed more like two, then. By the time it was all done, I managed to be on the road from 3:45 until 1:15 in the morning. Michael and Shari left the back door open and I crawled into my sleeping bag and was out in five minutes.
Saturday started well as Sophie showed up about three minutes after I woke up. Playing with a three-year-old helps you forget all the crap in your life. Not crap so much as clutter. That's it. Shari, Michael, Sophie and I went to the Tavern for breakfast where I got to spoil Sophie with all of the whipped cream off of my two hot chocolates. Note: some hot chocolate is high in iron! After that, Shari, Michael and Sophie headed to a graduation party and I headed to my rugby game.
Only that I almost got to the pitch and realized that, yet again, I had forgotten my little pink pill. I drove the half hour back to Northfield, ingested it, and headed back to the pitch. Being my early self, I still beat my whole team there. The game went well and I managed to play the whole game (hooray little pink pill!) and even tackled a guy at the goal line. Sophie got into the game a bit. She asked if the woman who said "Go! Go! Go!" (Mayhem coach) would put her in. She's going to have to wait a few years on that one, but being a bit aggressive, she'll make it into rugby at some point.
The four of us headed to Saint Paul for the third half. It didn't really pick up while I was there, so Shari and I caught up with Michael and Sophie in the park across the street. On the way there, some bum had climbed the traffic light post. When he got down, he climbed a nearby tree and talked to us. He was sure to tell Sophie not to do meth. I guess a crazy bum in a tree would be a good person to tell you that so you don't end up a crazy bum in a tree on Saturday afternoon in a small park in downtown Saint Paul. Unless you like doing that sort of thing.
Another strange occurrence was meeting Mustache Jim. We would have noted his cool mustache anyway, but it turns out he had the same button down shirt on as Shari. Strange thing is that Shari bought it twenty years ago at a thrift store and randomly put it on that morning. Stranger yet, she found the article on him later that week. Life is much better with random coincidences that makes you think not everything is rationally explained. Anyway, the day was even better after meeting him.We ate lunch at a Thai place right near Macalester
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