Damn Batting Cages...

**** This is actually last nights post but blogger was being a dick and wouldn't let me upload****

So Dad and Jake and a bunch of our softball guys are playing in a one-pitch tornament this weekend (each batter gets one pitch... you either strike out, hit or walk) and we decided to go to the batting cage to get a few swings in. I didn't even consider taking my bat bag as Jake had the bats that I usually use. However, he does not have the batting GLOVES that I usually use. So yeah, now I'm sporting two huge blisters, one on each hand... it makes driving very pleasant let me tell ya! But despite the blisters we had fun. I even took a video of Jake hitting to send to Keith... we will miss him tomorrow :(


Later (around 11) I got a text from a friend I haven't seen in about 2 years asking if I wanted to go shopping with her. With only a slight hesitation (I have a hard time leaving mobsters still) I agreed, thinking it would be nice to get out of the house. We had a great time wandering around the store, catching up on all the shit we've missed in each other's lives. Afterward we went back to her house where we sat and talked until 3 a.m. (And this is saying something as I'm not usually a huge talker). I laughed harder than I have in a long time. Who better to bring out a good mood than someone who knows all of your (horribly embarrassing) dirty little secrets and has no problem reminding you of what idiots we used to be.


So now it's just after 4 a.m. and of course I had to come home and check in on my mobsters. People always seem to wait to jack me until I'm not home. Tonight I only got jacked once in the 4+ hours I was gone (bastard got $109 from me) so that's not too bad. Usually there are four or five people that I have to go track down. Yes, still obsessed... sorry, it's a sickness.


Anyway here are some pictures (and Jake's video):




Milkman in the cage... from JennyRyan on Vimeo.