I had a very disappointing weekend. First of all, I didn't have time or money to go to any Pride-related festivities. Second, as a season ticket holder of the New York Yankees I had tickets to Old Timers Day and the regular game on Saturday, and then the game on Sunday. Well, Saturday got rained out -- what do you do waiting through a rain delay at a major league ballpark? Eat until you burst. I'm never eating again -- and Sunday it was raining all morning and when it stopped no one wanted to go with me in case it started again. Well, except Alison. Who would have come just to root AGAINST the Yankees and I could not allow that, much as I love her.
In good news, I watched my first World Cup soccer match with my friends from work on Friday and, lo and behold folks, I am hooked on a new sport. And I am also hooked on this guy. And this guy is not too bad either. Cute boys in shorts, people. Cute boys in shorts.
In other news, a friend was kind enough to invite me to go to a screening of You Me & Dupree this evening. I like screenings. I feel very special when I get to see things before other people. I think I have a superiority complex. Anyway, I'll tell you how the movie is tomorrow.
Oh oh oh oh oh -- as part of my new feature "Louise is too cheap to buy a newspaper so she gets all her blog fodder from Metro" did you guys see the thing about the drunk pelican? Apparently a pelican flew through someone's windshield on PCH because he was intoxicated from chemicals he ingested on Laguna Beach. Bad things happen in Laguna Beach, man. Bad reality shows, bitchy girls and birds who can't hold their drink. Truthfully, I would love it if the drunk bird craze caught on and everyone could stop oohing and aaahing over Kristen Cavaleri.
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