I went to some batting cages with my friend Paul today. It was slightly scary. I thought it was going to be like hurling, but not so much. In hurling, you get to lob it up nicely for yourself; in baseball it comes hurtling at you. Hurling’s from the wrists, baseball from the shoulders. And hurleys are much lighter than bats. I really sucked at first, but less so as it went on. It was fun once I got into it.
Speaking of strikes … I’m quite fascinated right now by the Writers’ Guild strike, and the stagehands’ strike on Broadway. No shows of any sort for the Americans this Thanksgiving, no sir. Joss Whedon’s blog entry about the former is quite priceless …
My head is aflame with images of writers in ruffled collars, silk pantaloons and ribbons upon their buckled shoes. A towering powdered wig upon David Fury’s head, and Drew Goddard in his yellow stockings (cross-gartered, needless to say). Such popinjays, we!
Lovelovelove Joss.
Had a great weekend – my friends Aisling and Ken were over from Oirland, so I hung out with them mostly. They let me sleep in their spare bed for two nights, which I think will give my spine the strength to survive on an inflatable mattress for another six weeks. We went on a Duck Tour, which reduced me to an excitable eight-year-old. And had gorgeous food and cocktails in the Hard Rock Cafe. Good times!
My new favourite band is Rilo Kiley. (I’m so fickle.) ‘Dreamworld’ from their new album Under the Blacklight is just the danciest, most irresistible song ever. It reminds me of the Stone Roses’ ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ for some reason.
“No shows of any sort for the Americans this Thanksgiving, no sir.”"
We don’t care. We still have football and eatin’.
“Oh god, I forgot to put the rolls in the oven!”
Football’s no fun. Or maybe I’m just bitter ’cause I don’t understand it. Baseball, on the other hand …
I’m actually still sore from the batting cages.
ah so! oh i’d love to go to a batting cage! who’s paul? is he american? is he any good at batting? was he impressed with your skills? going on our camogie weekend tomorrow! only 10 of us going though – me, dee t, caroline, maire, dee k, brid, mary, maria, maeve, aisling! the plan is to meet at 4pm, drive to kilkenny, go for food, then go for drink! brilliantly simple! simply brilliant.
ps we got our planning permission! SO happy!!!
Yeah, Paul is from New York. He was much, much better than me.
Presume the camogie weekend was awesome. Where did ye all stay?
SO FAB about the planning permission! I had a really weird dream the other night that I was late for your wedding because there was some problem with the bouquets I was trying to sort. There were two versions of you in the dream – one of you forgave me, the other didn’t talk to me for about three years. It sucked.