NP: Travis, The Invisible Band (CD)

The office is closing early, but I'm pretty much wrapped up and just watching the clock at this point. I don't think I'm the only one, either. Splitting early just seems like bad form.

Played my first "real" soccer match in a while last night -- I'm not counting Sunday's fifteen minutes or so against the Galaxy fans -- and hit all the major parts of my game. Registered an assist simply by getting in the way, possibly sent a female player from the opposing team to the hospital, and came up needing oxygen after making a couple of runs.

I know what you're thinking, about the hospital thing. She turned her ankle funny. There was barely any contact, to the point where I was pretty surprised that the referee called the foul in the first place. I only stopped arguing about it when I realized they had to carry her off the field.

But it really wasn't my fault.

Then on to Beat Kitchen for the Kelly Steward gig. Charting the tunes helped tremendously, as I was able to avoid serious clammage. Flubbed a couple of endings, and flipped a stick out of my hand at one point, but other than that, I felt pretty good about my contribution, and the set was well-received in general. Afterwards, I was regaled with stories of cheerleading and kissing lesbians, which is going to attract comment spam like cheese to the French.

Is it 3:00 yet? Cool. Outta here.