Hell. Pure Hell.
August 26, 2007 by Katherine Coble
I love all of you. Okay, maybe not all. But most, anyway.
And I love the events where we all come out of our Fortresses of Introversion and do the whole “I want to talk to you, but I’d rather do so over the computer” thing. Because we always have such a good time. It’s like you WANT to be shy and then you remember you’ve heard all about this one’s surgical procedure and that one’s embarrassing date and Grace’s, er, activities. So what do you REALLY have to be embarrassed about, right?
But I’m sorry. I could not go to the picnic today. I had a good reason, in that medical science has now proved I am part vampire. Or one of those creepy children from that Nicole Kidman movie where they’re all dead but they don’t know it yet. Whichever–I can’t be in the sun for very long.
Oh, and I really don’t like picnics. They make me feel awkward, because there is no food there which isn’t either messy or vaguely phallic. And then there are bugs. It all just makes me want to go inside and read a book.
I was feeling really bad about missing today’s festivities. Because I like you all enough to brave ants and bean stains on my boobs. And then I found out about the kickball.
ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY FRAKKIN’ KIDDING ME?!? THERE WAS KICKBALL?
KICKBALL?!?!!!!!!
Next time why not bring clown ventriloquists and Mrs. Miller, my 8th grade typing teacher? Then it would be a perfect re-enactment of Kat’s Own Personal Nightmares Of Hell.
There weren’t any clowns were there?
Only if you count CeeElCee.
Kat, I didn’t participate in the kickball festivities, nor did Lintilla, or several other folks. So you could perhaps have sat on the sidelines with us and laughed at the silly people exerting themselves in the heat.
Yeah, no kickball for me, either.
And I took my dog to help me overcome the introvert tendencies. It’s so easy to talk to people when your dog walks up and leans on them.
heeeyyy…it was fun! Up until I hit second base. Literally.
Be it known that the only reason Kate did not participate in the kickball festivities is that she had on spiked, open-toed shoes there were not conducive to athletic endeavors.
Missed you.
Just to let you know, my hammies hurt. And I was chosen last. So, I’ll be in physical therapy half the day, and psychotherapy the other half.
Nah, Kat - we missed you there. Sorry about your vampirism.
I didn’t go either because I live in Hell, I mean Hooterville.
No way no how was I going to play kickball! I sat and chatted with people and watched JP cook a dozen or so hotdogs. I didn’t eat either (except for a couple bites of Linda’s super yummy black bean and corn salsa!). We’d already had lunch and JBelle and I picked up ice cream treats on the way to the park. The heat was tolerable under the pavilion. I’m not saying you could have been there ’cause I totally understand what you’re sayin’. But you were missed!!