The verdict on tailgating on the roof of the Civic Center parking deck: windy, sorely lacking in bathrooms. The ribs worked out ok, though they could have done with another hour of slow cooking before going on the grill.
The roller derby was kinda crazy. My crew got roped into being the “fearleaders,” which means cheerleaders in dark colors and black fishnets. I was the first of the non-fearleader (read: butchy mcbutch) girlfriends to arrive so when I walked into the arena, 6 hot ladies in short skirts and lots of eye makeup ran up to me and requested that I buy them beer. I mean, granted, they were all my friends, and my actual girlfriend was present at the time, but still, it was a big moment. I mean, I still have a hard time tipping belly dancers because of cheerleaders.
Afterwards, we went to Smokey’s and played pool until the wee hours. I discovered my new favorite drink: Stoli Vanilla and Ginger ale. Mmmm like cream soda. Not very butchy mcbutch.
Surprisingly, I was not sore from Friday’s efforts. Also, D’oh is buying a house on Thursday! Which is crazy!
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