The teams I’ve had to shoot most this week are from my alma mater and our rival, and by sheer coincidence, every game I’ve attended I’ve been wearing the opposition’s team colors. Truly a coincidence, but I can imagine people recognizing me from the stands and thinking I was doing it just to be a spiteful asshole, since I really feel no undying love for my alma mater, or the town, or the people, and Idon’t spend halftime shmoozing and hugging people in the stands or whatever. It’s pretty much a no eye contact experience for me. But, I did feel kind of like an accidental jerk witht he color thing, so I saved my ONE purple shirt to wear today, if only to prove that I WASN’T a bitch. I roll in, and what is the other team? Purple and white. Playing in their purple uniforms. FUCKING A. Can’t win at all. (Also, bizarrely, they have the same school song — musically, the words are obviously different — so it was this sea of purple and hearing the same song twice, and just.. weird.) Woo-town won, which means they go to the state game next week, which I hope I don’t have to shoot because it’s in Augusta. Usually if they get to the state game, someone wants to go and they take the pictures, so we’ll see. I don’t mind taking the action pictures, but I’m so NOT a sports photog — i get some good ones and some duds, but it works out. I do like taking the pictures of when they win, though, because everything is slowed down a bit, the players are beaming, and you know, there’s no one putting a hand in their face and blocking both our shots. I definitely got some good emotion shots, which is really more of my specialty (well, that and weird details of things..) so that part was fun. One more game tonight, and I’m pretty much done. All week I’ve only had one unexpected conversation — I expect the ones with #1 Fan (oh, today in a ’93 warm up jacket), with Mr B from the Aggravator, etc, — today’s was with Molly, where I got to see her 6 monthold and be told that "My priorities will totally change" (to which Dave said "SHIT! We can still solicit hookers and do blow with a BABY, can’t we?") which is what everyone tells you, that and "it’s worth it" and "you’re life will totally change." NO SHIT. Anyway. She looked good, I got to hear about how sick the baby was in her first few weeks, etc etc.
Speaking of MY baby, yet another Oh My God, we’re having a BABY moment last night. I logged into my target registry to see if anything else had been discontinued, because I registered in the middle of them shifting all of their stock around, so it’s been an issue, and I saw the word FULFILLED on a couple of things. !!! I wasn’t trolling to see if I’d scored anything yet, because, hello, I don’t even have a shower scheduled, so it was so WEIRD to see that someone, somewhere, is buying into this whole "gretchen’s having a baby" scheme. I mean, WEIRD. I’m having a REAL LIVE BABY that will use stuff that’s ALREADY BEEN PURCHASED. Ho. LY. SHIT. CRAZY.
Today: Ellsworth! Mexican Food! More Basketball!