Costume scrimmage tonight! And beta testing 30 second penalties. Fun!
Didn’t go to sleep until almost 8am today. not awesome. but looking forward to derbying tonight anyway.
Sorry I’ve been so quiet-the furlough had The Boy out of work last week and we took advantage of our mini vacation to spend a ridiculous amount of time together. He’s back at work this week, having been re-evaluated as essential, so I don’t have to sneak away to post this
Saturday was the DC Rollergirls season opener, and my first real bout as an NSO! It was an unseasonable 90 degrees F, and in the Armory, with no air conditioning, it was close to 100 degrees, I think. I was sweating just standing around beforehand! It was terrible. I tried to stay hydrated but by the end of the night I was very headachey. I can’t imagine how the skaters felt!
DC Mayor Vince Gray, for the second season in a row, blew the ceremonial first whistle after a short speech about how roller derby is essential (and so is DC government), and the first bout started. I was timing penalties for Scare Force One and Stan (Standard Deviant) was tracking for the Majority Whips. It was an extremely penalty-heavy game, so I didn’t get to see much of the action because I was too busy trying to do all the timing and paperwork! Our box manager was timing the jammer penalties, but Stan and I were recording the penalties on our paperwork, so when we (often! FAR TOO OFTEN!) had a full box we were recording the jam number, skater number, penalty notation, and timing of the penalties for 3 people (each side) and it’s never three people sitting at once, so as you’re recording one person’s data you have to be aware of the incoming skater AND remember to actually man the stopwatches. It was HECTIC. But fun! The first bout was super close, with Scare Force (season 7 champs, you may recall) beating the Whips by only 16 points, 211-195.
Bout two was less penalty heavy, which has drawbacks of it’s own. I was glad to be less busy, because my head was starting to ache at half time, and after the second bout’s half time it was really killing me, but because it was slower and I had the headache I made a mistake near the end. I had a Bombshell in the box, and paused the stopwatch at the end of the jam, but forgot to restart it at the beginning of the next jam, so my skater stayed in the box longer than needed. Luckily, my box manager noticed, or who knows how long she’d have been there. It probably wouldn’t have had a major impact on the bout, and it is my first time NSOing during a real bout, but I still felt dumb. I talked with Kitty St Maims afterward about how I’d be more forgiving if it was someone else, but since it’s me…we agreed that most people are probably that way. This bout wasn’t as close as the first one, but it was still fairly close and it had a lot of good action, and for a while during the second half it was very close. The final score was 197-126, with the Demoncats victorious over the Bombshells.
You can see Shutterthug’s fantastic photos from the bout here.
I was looking forward to the afterparty (at Trusty’s this season) but with my headache I headed straight home. Can’t wait until next month, though, because I hear the party was tons of fun! And I’ll do better in the box (or wherever!)
So this weekend, The Boy and I went back to da Burgh for secondary funerary services for Pops. This service was held at the assisted living facility where Mum still lives, so the other residents who couldn’t make it to the service a couple weeks ago could join us. Poppy was interred at the cemetery after the service. The Boy and I skipped the interment because we were tired and he wasn’t feeling well (we got up early and drove to Pittsburgh Saturday morning.) We napped while everyone else went to the cemetery, then continued napping while some of the family left, then had dinner with Mum and some of my aunts and uncles. One of my uncles, knowing that The Boy is a beer nerd, went to 3 Rivers and spent, I am told, 30 minutes deliberating on a pick-your-own 6-pack for us. The Boy was feeling too icky to have a beer but based on the fact that I went in the kitchen and came back to the dinner table with a porter from Deschutes he became seriously intrigued, lol. We made our own trip there to get stuff we can’t get here and considering that they only have like 6 coolers of singles (PA only sells sixers at bars, you go to a liquor store, you gotta buy a case) the selection was pretty killer.
When we got back, we helped clear out some space in the den. While we were gone, the closet was tackled, and when we got back we handled the bookshelves and paperwork (mostly The Boy and I did lots of browsing of the bookshelves. Last time I was there I grabbed a couple books at Mum’s request, but I wasn’t sure if I’d have room for more, or even the ones I’d grabbed, but I figured out at least a temporary solution to that, so I nabbed a bunch more. Pop’s collection of books is much reduced–when they lived in the house, the dining room was a library unto itself, plus there were shelves of books in almost every other room. They pared down a LOT when they moved to the apartment. At that time, I got his copy of Le Morte D’Arthur and dad nabbed Alice’s Adventures and a few other things, and my aunts and uncles each got a book or three to “save.” Poppy pared down his collection to two shelves worth (the shelves, too, were kept) and the ones he kept were mostly amazing, beautiful books. There were many that I wanted but felt greedy taking (or, in the case of Henry Fielding, dishonest, as I hate Fielding, he is SO BORING, and I’d just want it because it’s a beautiful book and a classic.) I ended up with beautiful, generally slipcased copies of Moby Dick, Last of the Mohicans, Mysterious Island, The Tales of Guy de Maupassant, Rip Can Winkle, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Stories, The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent., The Travels of Marco Polo, Henry James on Italy, and I Portico di Bologna e l’edilizia civile medievale. And Digital Photography for Dummies, but that was entirely utile and not at all because it was beautiful and literature, lol.
We had breakfast with the family this morning and then I helped a little more in the den before we headed out. The Boy was the first boy in a decade or so that I was dating that Mum had met, and she said he seemed very nice and she hopes he sticks around a while. On the drive back we stopped at the United 93 memorial, which was on the way because we were not taking the turnpike. It was lovely, but there was a tourist surrounded by a cloud of perfume who gave me a migraine, so when we got back instead of going roller skating like I had hoped to do, I napped for 2 hours. (The meds had driven out the headache, but postdrome can make me sleepy and the meds often do too, so on top of traveling, I was WIPED.) The Boy stayed up a bit later than I did but I think he ended up going to bed by 6 (at least, based on the timing of IMs and lack of replies after I got up!) It’s been a very busy month, and it’s wearing him out a bit. Next weekend we don’t have anything planned (though by that I mean we don’t have anything big planned–I plan on observing session one of phase two of derby boot camp, and also skating some, and spending some time relaxing with The Boy) so here’s hoping that helps
While we were in PA, the DC Rollergirls were scrimmaging Gotham’s Wall Street Traitors! We lost, of course, but the score was better than might have been expected–236-87. Then the Capitol Offenders (DC’s pick up team) skated against Free State’s Black-Eyed Suzies, winning 119-91 (you go, Suzies! Great job, ladies!) And while I’m sad to have missed the bout, I’m glad to have had a friend there who reported to me the scores, and that Frightmare and Frak were fierce jammers in their respective bouts (Fright skated with the All Stars against Gotham, and Frak jammed a lot for the CapOffs! J said they were both awesome, too. <3) Check out a couple photos by Gotham's photog, Hale Yeah, at my tumblr (shared with permission! Of course.)
So remember like a billion years ago when I hurt the heel of my right hand? I haven’t skated since, because of life doing that thing it does, and I have been busy. I still haven’t skated, though I was planning on doing so this past Sunday. I forgot though. The Boy’s cat, Pico, got spayed over the weekend and he needed help putting the elizabethan collar on her, so I did that again. But the point I was ambling toward when I started typing this paragraph is that the other day I was sitting on the floor and leaned back, using my hand to support my weight, and it STILL HURT. Though less, but enough that I didn’t want to support myself on my hand. I wonder if I broke a minor bone in my hand. And then made it worse by doing pushups on it.
In other news, Jason Swarr of Straight 8 Photography would like your backing on a roller derby photography project. Basically, he wants to make a super sweet book of photos highlighting the most intriguing skater personas. I can’t afford to back it financially, of course, but I wanna boost the signal. And naturally, I recommended Frightmare for this, because that’s a no brainer. So go throw some money at this so we can see the awesomest, most over-the-top fun skaters in beautifully shot and ‘shopped scenarios!
This is just a quickie. Rather than bore you with me whining, I’ll give you one more day before I go back to complaining about withdrawal
DCRG’s Season Seven Award Winners:
Tap Star (SOT of the Year) – Flaming Hips (Hips)
Bullzeye Award (Most Feared) – BadAss Maggie (Bam)
Leader of the Pack (Best Pivot) – Stabigail Adams (Stabby)
Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Wiliest Jammer) – Yankee Scandal (Scandal)
Double Trouble (Best Double Threat) – Dual Hitizen (Dual)
You’ve Come A Long Way Baby (Most Improved) – Maiden Sm’Akron (SmAk)
I Bleed DCRG (Most League Spirit) – crissXcrass appleSASS (Sass)
Paparazzi Award (Crowd Favorite) -Sharp Shredder (Shredder)
DCRG Sweetheart (Rollergirl Who Can Do No Wrong) – Marion Barrycuda (Cuda)
Lethal Padding (Stinkiest Pads) – Dyke Diggler (Dig)
Shake A Tail Feather (Best Afterparty Dancer) – Frightmare (Fright)
Rookie of the Year – Kung Pow Kitten (Pow)
Official of the Year – Limbs Akimbo (Limbs)
Most Likely to Catch You Being Naughty – Refsputin (‘Sputin)
NSO of the Year – KGusedtoB (KGB)
RRG of the Year – Hooah Girl (Hooah)
Gone for 60 Seconds (Most Likely to be in the Penalty Box) – Acourta Pain (A-Pain)
Teacher’s Pet Award (Best Attendance) – ZipBlok (Zeebz)
DCRG Most Valuable Rollergirl – VelocityRaptor (Raptor)
Volunteer of the Year – Mels
Photos of the awards in general and the volunteer of the year award in particular: (more…)
So I was fired yesterday. But that meant I was free for a different job a friend told me about, and so my resume is submitted for that, and hopefully I’ll hear about it soon. I also applied to CostCo so I can at least make some money while I’m taking these courses (plus they’re supposed to be a great company to work for, and it’s not like I haven’t got retail experience or grocery experience!) so hopefully there will be some openings at at least one of the 3 relatively nearby ones if the other thing doesn’t work out. Also, I’m web-imping for a friend, and that came about last night as well, and though it is hardly any money it’s good experience in general and good for my resume to say I created and maintain a website.
Today I met up with my boss and turned over my supplies/keys and then went skating. I warmed up by seeing how many laps I could do in 5 minutes (16, though I wasn’t trying too hard so I think I could have done 20 really. I had done 23 in 5 before, but not since last spring, and I figured I’d be rusty.) and then I worked on rule 3.4.1 (aka “Maneuvers through 10 cones, each no more than 5 feet (1.5 meters) apart (not to exceed 50 feet or 15 meters), placed through the straightaways and track turns, in less than 6 seconds”) though I wasn’t even at the “in less than six seconds part. I basically just lined up 10 cones 4-5 feet apart and worked on slaloming through them. It was a bit of a discouraging skating day, I didn’t have any painful falls but I had a couple “wrong” falls and I tripped over my cones a couple times (they’re the 3″ high ones, so they’re easy to start to skate over.) Despite having my not-a-camelbak, I got pretty dehydrated and ended up stopping a lot sooner than I wanted. I tried 5 laps in a minute (first time: 1 minute 34 seconds) then sat down, took off my helmet and rested, drinking water a little too fast, and generally being way too warm, and then tried again (putting my helmet back on was torture, shoulda stopped then I think!) and shaved 8 seconds off, but I felt so hot and headachy (and not a little discouraged that the improvement wasn’t greater) I stopped after that, geared down in record time, grabbed my cones (squatting to pick up the 10 in a line, being lazy and bending at the waist to get the two that mark the outside bounds of the track) and got home within the 15-20 minute window for carbs/protein ingestion (see here, hattip to Surly of Whip My Assets for linking that one) and grabbed an Endurance shake, and then some chocolate milk, but the headache got worse anyway.
My no-longer-boss called and we had a really good talk about what happened and stuff (the dog-walking business is half-owned and run by my cousin, and she wanted to clear the air about the firing and some stuff) and then I had some leftover chicken and some migraine meds, iced my brain, and napped. For over 5 hours, it turned out. So I didn’t get to start on the website project, but now I feel a lot better both physically and emotionally (much love to Sashion Victim, roller derby announcer extraordinaire and all around sweetheart, for refusing to let me talk shit about myself on FB yesterday! Love ya, Sasha!) I also checked my progress last night; lost 2.4 pounds since starting to eat healthier and all that jazz, and lost 2.5 inches off my waist. Also, my boobs have not reduced. (Yay, boobs!) Though if they do, as I told a friend, they will still be awesome.
So now I’m gonna actually water my mint and chives that are out on the balcony instead of just saying “I need to water those plants,” make some dinner, eat some dinner, and stay up to what will probably be the wee hours of the morning playing code monkey, because that’s how I roll when I code, and tomorrow I have to do a tiny art project in preparation for Saturday’s bout and contact the College Park unemployment office to see about UI. Also do the workout I didn’t do this afternoon. Eh. Not a bad end to the week. Plus, Saturday? BOUT DAY!!!!! And, though most of the first half of the week was crap, one other thing happened; Kyle sent us the portraits he took! Click the link below the photo to see all three
|From Roller Derby Saved My Soul|
One of The Boy’s coworkers who I have met is interested in the rec league, but she didn’t have any gear. Since I had hung out with her before, she asked me for advice, and today we went to Department of Skate.
I tried REALLY HARD to be good, and not spend money, but I decided earlier this week that I was gonna get new boots. Today I bought new skates. THEY FEEL AMAZING OH MY GOD and they’re Antiks.
Look at the beauty! LOOK AT IT!
With the inserts for my arches, I had to go up to a size six. I tried on the MG2s, but they were a little too snug at the widest part of my foot, and they’re not the heat-moldable ones. I know leather boots stretch, but they just felt a little too off.
I also bought a laptop last night. So now I’m super poor. But I go into town to pick up a paycheck tomorrow (last severance check) and dad is gonna pay me enough for the work I’ve done so far (we’re at the ‘he has to do stuff in order for me to do the rest’ stage) to cover most of the two big purchases.
At the metro station today I had to buy a new smartrip card, and the thing was all pissy and denied my card, so I was worried that buying the computer made the bank go all “YOU ARE SPENDING MONEY THAT’S WEIRD” and freeze it, but it seems metro is just as inept with their cards as with their everything else. I used a different machine (because the first one wouldn’t stop telling me the transaction was cancelled) and usd my debit card, which worked, and then my regular card worked at Department of Skate, so YAY.
I also bought foods today. I went to the farmers market and it totally sucks and is tiny and lame. Only 2 stalls I’d actually go to (meat, and leafy greens). I know it’s early, but it was SUCH A SMALL market and prices were high. I mean, duh, farmers market, but still. Just in case you were wondering. Will check out another one on Tuesday, maybe.
Pump up your Jam starts MONDAY!! Eeeeeee!
So this weekend consisted of the penultimate bout of DCRG’s home season and the Celebration of Life for my grandfather.
Typing that made me want to throw up. I played the part of support beam, balustrade, buttress, rock, shoulder, other synonyms for solid and strong and supportive on Sunday, despite my occasional desire to burst out with a tearful “it’s not fair.” (Generally when no one needed a rock et al-it’s easy to be calm when other people need me to be.) But the celebration was lovely, many stories were shared, and afterward we went to grandmom’s and lit a fire in the outdoor fireplace and had a less formal gathering. My cousin’s son was running around begging everyone to play with him. We played “baseball” for 6 innings (about 20 minutes)…3 innings in we had a “half time” because I was tired and my l’il cuz added 5 runs to my score, lol. He’s a little unclear on the rules for strikes and balls, and he gets tired of batting and just declares a switch so he can pitch (because of course everyone who played with him let him win, though I did tag him out once)…I actually didn’t hold myself back as much as I might have needed to this time last year, because running actually does not feel so great all the time with my tibia. I think it has something to do with how my foot hits the ground, though, rather than the leg itself, so I’m going to have to have someone watch me and give me pointers on form. Fortunately, l’il cuz was delighted anyway.
It probably didn’t help that I spent 6 hours on my feet the day before. April bout day was a big day because it was the first WFTDA sactioned bout of the season for the All-Stars and the first home bout for the National Maulers, our new B-team. (The Capitol Offenders will be a pick up team, which it always sort of was.) We played the Philadelphia Liberty Belles and their B-Team, the Independence Dolls. Because Philly is ranked so much higher than we are, we went into the game knowing we were going to lose. Statistics had us losing at a ratio of 7:3 (they score 7 points for every 3 we score) but when it was all said and done, the All-Stars lost at a ratio closer to 2:1 (the final score was 266-113) so we counted it as a win! The girls skated SO HARD, but Philly keeps the pack speed so fast that they tire the competition out! Definitely something to work on. DNN has a write up of the All-Stars bout. In addition, fan Mark Webster put up his photos from the bout and so has Pablo Raw. Pablo also put up this time lapse of the bout, which is super cool.
After the bout I went to the afterparty, but I didn’t stay long because I wasn’t feeling well. It turns out that my caloric intake was equivalent to not eating at all, when the exercise of running around head bouncering was factored in. Oops. I didn’t discover this until I got home, and I tried to eat but wasted one of my yogurts because my stomach was like STOP IT OH MY GOD I AM FILLED NOW, YOU CAN’T EAT AN ENTIRE DAY’S CALORIES IN 10 MINUTES AT 11PM!! I ate like a pig on Sunday, but I was planning on doing that anyway-if there is one day you should be able to skip calorie counting, it’s the day of your grandfather’s memorial service thingy. Plus, Fenwick Bakery treats were present in abundance! Can’t turn those down. (yes, the website is awful. I keep meaning to offer to fix it up but never remember when I have time.) So I’m working on readjusting to being a healthy eater (except I took all my healthy food home and am now at mom and dad’s for two days, oops) At least I still have my herbalife goodies. (I forgot my cymbalta at my grandmother’s, too, so that will have to be fixed ASAP)
This week has been pretty awful from a broad point of view. The events in Boston and Texas are tragic and made me not want to post in a blog about my life and roller skating. I’m glad the surviving suspect was caught and hope that he gets rehabilitated, even if he never rejoins society at large.
When he was apprehended, I was at a bar in a hotel in DC with 10 DC Rollergirls, waiting for Kyle Cassidy to finish his paying gig so he could come photograph us! His job went longer than he expected, so some of the girls left (they had another event to go to) so in the end it was Saulty, Miso, Pow, Comma, Kitty, Zeebz, JK, and me. As I am not technically a rollergirl, I made sure the skaters got their shots done first, but I got to do some too! I was very shaky on my skates at first (not wearing pads and being on concrete made me (and Pow) SO NERVOUS) but it went well. So much fun, and Kyle is great. Because this was scheduled last-minute, no one could stay to hang out with Kyle post-photoshoot due to various other plans, but hopefully next time we can show him a DC good time!
Kyle shooting Comma, the glamour girl! (click to big)
Friday I noticed that my neck was puffing up and my throat was getting sore again (eating was fine, but drinking hurt.) I mentioned that, I think. I got a response from the doctor saying “the amoxycillin should have worked, go to urgent care to get another examination.” So I did.
According to my parking ticket thing, I entered the garage at 5:40. I finally drew the notice of the lady at the urgent care counter and got my info put in the computer at 5:50. I sat down to wait, and read my book, and cursed that I had forgotten my cellphone that morning. (They have an internet portal in the waiting room, but it is broken, so it was of no use in letting The Boy know where I was.) Around an hour later I was called back, but just for triage. After describing why I was there, again, and getting my vitals taken, I was sent to get my throat swabbed and then to sit in the waiting room some more. (This was when I discovered the broken state of the terminal.) At 8:20, I was called back to wait in a room; “Someone will be with you shortly,” I was told. Another hour, a trip to the bathroom, and a trip to the nurse’s desk to ask whether or not I’d be seen any time soon and I finally got visited by the doctor. The whole time I am feeling stupid for even being there, because OMG IT’S BARELY ANYTHING JUST GIVE ME SOME MEDS AND LET ME GO HOME. It’s not like penicillin has some amazing street value, or is gonna get me stoned. So anyway, the doctor was very nice but basically seemed to think I was overreacting, and did a far less thorough examination than the previous one (she looked in my mouth, but didn’t depress my tongue or use a light, she felt my neck but nothing else, didn’t listen to my lungs or heart, kept dismissing bits of my story) and then told me that since I’m concerned the infection isn’t gone, she’d put me on zpack and do a monospot. I told her that I had had mono before in case it would have an affect on the test, and she said it would not. Which is not what the rest of the internet says, but whatever, it doesn’t feel like it felt last time I had mono, and I’m not paying extra for tests or anything so do what you want. I get my blood drawn for the monospot and head over to the pharmacy to get my zpack and some migraine meds I had asked my neuro to renew for me, since I was there anyway. It took a little while because they were all filled separately, by different people, and put in different places, apparently. I finally got my ticket validated and went down to go home. I pulled up to the ticket thing for the garage at 10pm. It kept trying to charge me, so I had to back up, turn around, go back and park, walk back up to the kaiser offices, get it re-validated, and then do it all again. I was less than thrilled.
Spent the entire weekend either napping or goofing off watching hulu or reading the internet. I suppose I could have mono, but it is all sleepiness in my head instead of physical fatigue in my muscles. Who knows. At least I can stay awake and go to work and stuff when I gotta. Last day is Thursday.
Derby stuff: Photos of the DC All-Stars playing CTRG’s Stepford Sabotage, and scrimmaging against Suburbia, as well as this article, “In Defense of Falling Down.” Enjoy; I am sleepy and want to finish these last folders so I can start the paperwork before going home.