Monday, August 28, 2006
casual ultimate 90210 update
Good evening, because whatever time it is in Cali, it’s always 11 PM in Chicago due to time change.
I’m pleased to report that Casual Ultimate is alive and well on the West Coast and that Sarah and I live in a palace on a hilltop called the bakerylofts. It may look like it has plywood floors, but that’s only because it does.
Sarah is busy looking for a house to buy in a housing market that starts in the low 500’s and that’s in the hood. Think 82nd and Dan Ryan; now imagine living there with Cash as your watchdog. Sweet.
We live in Emeryville, right on the western boundary of Oakland, which you may remember from such films as “Where are all the black people in San Francisco?” It’s pretty sweet, and it turns out Eritreans are from Africa AND from Oakland; surprised you didn’t know that.
Anyway, the other night Sarah and I were at dinner at the Olive Garden…which was lovely, and at one point during the meal I happened to look over and notice a waitress taking an order at another table. I couldn’t help but wonderwhat color here underpants were…..her panties. Chances are they’re basic white cotton, but then I started thinking, maybe they’re silk. Maybe it’s a thong…maybe it’s something really cool that I don’t even know about…What? I thought we were nesting in the trust tree, are we not? (Sorry about that; Old School showed up on Netflix last week.)
The Ultimate out here is no BS. There are so many good college programs out here, and the level is just so much higher than the Midwest that it has been a real treat getting to play against a bunch of new players, getting cut from a bunch of new teams, and getting skyed by a dude that looks mentally retarded who played at this school called “Stanford” which is apparently the Northwestern of the…northwest. Think about this: Sarah went to Midwestern and is from the Northwest; I went to Northwestern and am from the Midwest; that means if we have kids, they’ll be Asian.
I want to try and clarify about the level of play. I guess it’s not that it’s so much higher. It’s just that there are so many more good players. I tried out for the team formerly known as Jam, and there were 50 guys out there, all of whom were ballers. You’d want every one of these dudes on your Poultry Days team, and they’re all there, in the same place, trying to one up you. It’s a trip. That being said, the guys out here have all been very nice. None of them seem to be elitists by any stretch. They just happen to have dominated you systematically over the course of an entire point, but there are no hard feelings. “Nice bid, Chuck. You’re pretty fast for a big guy.”
Anyway, I’m happy to report that I can stop with all the “struggling to play at the top of the game” and just get back to sitting on my ass and building resentments toward future opponents. That is to say, I’m injured. I sprained my left ankle playing a savage tourney in Portland with Brass Monkey, and it’s pretty bad. I’m on crutches still, and it’s already been 3 weeks. The doctor said at this rate I will die on crutches. I think if that happens though, I’m gonna have the headstone read “Died Tragically Rescuing His Family From The Remains Of A Destroyed Sinking Battleship.”
On the working front, Sarah started her job at Sutter Solano hospital up in Vallejo a month ago or so, and they still haven’t paid her for her move or any of her work. That’s a good sign, right? I’m working at Watson Wyatt and preparing to take my second actuarial exam in November. Basically we both spend all day observing death. Mine’s on a mortality table, her’s is on arrival. By the way, check out RP2000 if you haven’t (great mortality table).
This keyboard is running out of ink, so I better cut it short. To all our friends and Joe Little, we send our love.
Chuck and Rah (that’s what her name is out here)
CU 90210
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August 28th, 2006 at 11:34 am
Chuck. Nice post. I’m not aloud to laugh at my new job, or I would have been doing so quite loudly. Funny JL story. Ms. Casual sent him a text message on his cell phone Friday night. It was his second one ever. I think it scared him a little bit. I told him I’d start texting him sometimes. He looked very nervous and cleared his through a lot. Then he said he would call to respond to a text message. So I’ve decided to hold off on texting him. Too much like getting my dad to switch to a DVD player from a VCR.
Joe L. Proud cell phone user for less than a year.
August 28th, 2006 at 1:54 pm
Hey, BK. What’s your new job? JL is a travesty, a sham, and a mockery. He’s a trave-sham-ockery. If I ever move back, I’d like to be put on the waiting list for the Dudes-a-Plenty house (RWIP). As for Joe’s cellphone, my phone is bigger than my car and as such cannot receive texts or fit in some overhead compartments. It CAN sync up to Outlook though. Reckidnize.
August 28th, 2006 at 3:00 pm
to be fair, there are a few other people we know who are probably text message illiterate. *cough* brs *cough* (i would be worried about a retaliation comment but the brs dont post comments (or look at bjorns vacation photos) becuase of spam.)
August 28th, 2006 at 4:19 pm
My job right now seems to entail commenting on blogs and emailing Miss Casual about how work, as a concept, sucks, at least in any of the forms it’s taken in my life. So, Mr Town and Ms. Casual, we need to figure out some sort of something we can do to make money but not have to work much. It would be cool, because it would sound like a cool law firm. “Thanks for calling the offices of Casual, Town, and King. Our executives are out of the office right now, probably eating and watching Talledega Nights. again.”
Think about it.
August 28th, 2006 at 5:48 pm
BK: It’s called casualultimate.com, and we’re already shopping around for office space. The corner booth at Lemming’s, Ms. Ulty’s couch and theatre 10 at Webster Place are all on the short list for corporate HQ. Lemming’s has wifi and rent is a two-drink minimum; if they’re willing to make Wednesdays Will Ferrell Night I think we have a winner.
August 31st, 2006 at 9:24 am
Why do I have to see Joe getting hated on on all these blogs, he doesn’t know how to use a cell phone, he doesn’t do well at Guitar based video games. I’ll tell you right now that Joe’s the man, and for the record I don’t own a cell phone and I only play NES games (or occasional SEGA Genesis).