NP: Rush, Retrospective II

Last night was probably my first time playing softball in about eight years. About two or three batters into the first inning, playing right center field, I got a fly ball hit to me and managed to take the advice of the voices in my head that kept saying "don't miss don't miss don't miss don't miss" at high volume. I even managed to not start sprinting forward when the ball was hit only to have it come down over my head.

I'm not much of an outfielder, is what I'm saying. But I made that particular play, even if I miscommunicated with the guy in left center about three different times in a single inning later on. At the plate, an impressive 3-for-3 with two singles (one that was a really slow roller that managed to not go foul), a home run, three runs scored and two RBIs.

Go me.

From there, went to see Jayh sing at Bar Thirteen, where a friend of mine is hooking me up with at least one gig, if not a recurring stint. He (the friend, not Jayh) is looking for a singer for a new project, and was introduced last night to a guy who looks disconcertingly like the singer from his last major band. It was kind of weird and creepy, actually.

If your keeping score, the whole idea of not drinking on school nights lasted all of one week. I think I may have forgotten that I was doing that.