Weekend

Anyways, our weekend was busy, but good. I had a hair appointment after work on Friday, so I didn't get back home until 8:30 (traffic was terrible to boot). Marc and I went to a fellow foster's home so that I could help vaccinate her kittens. Then we went and had sushi for a late dinner.

Saturday morning the tickets for the Kelly Clarkson concert went on sale, so we purchased those online. Scored third row tickets! Pretty close to the center too. I'm stoked.

We grabbed some lunch and then headed to BART to meet up with Steve and Jacob and Allison, who were joining us for the Cal game. The crowd on BART was definitely a lot lighter this week (our opponent was Louisiana Tech, not exactly a marquee program). It was actually kind of nice, not being crammed everywhere.

We then transferred and met up with Leslie on his train from Fremont, and we all rode into Berkeley together. The stadium crowd was definitely a lot lighter, although it filled in decently partway through the game. It was nice having a little butt and leg room though. For the Tennessee game I ended up sitting with one butt cheek on the end of the bench for half the game.

We ended up winning the game in blowout fashion, as we should have, although Cal still played a bit sloppy. Longshore had a number of bad throws - hopefully he gets clicking soon. Better he gets it out of his system now than later in the season. The officiating was flat-out terrible. There were two calls that were reviewed by replay, and were judged the wrong way. I watched the game again on TV, and it was obvious both calls were botched, and that's not just me being a homer. Figures they were Pac-10 refs - who else would screw up calls so badly, and against the conference team, no less? It was pathetic.

The kids were hilarious - at the start of the game, I guess Allison asked Steve, "Which team is the 49ers?" Leslie picked up some pom-poms for the kids at the student store, and they also seemed to be having fun playing with another little kid that was sitting behind us.

After the game, we went and had dinner at Bongo Burger, and then hopped on BART for the ride home. At one point we had to transfer, and I had this little plastic megaphone that Jacob started playing with (he was walking around shouting "GO BEARS" haha). Then Allison took it and started playing with it. I watched as she stopped and proceeded to lick the entire mouth opening on the megaphone. It was a good thing I was planning on letting them keep it anyways! So funny.

The kids kept themselves busy on the train with the BART map - Jacob was reading off the different city names, and doing a really good job of it until he got to Union City, which he pronounced "Onion" City. Hehehe. It was so cute.

It was hard waking up early on Sunday, but I did, and took the dog herding. I ended up having to keep Bandit tethered up most of the time, because there was a new student, and she had two kids with her. The kids were actually pretty good - we let them know which dogs were okay to pet and which ones weren't, and they pretty much stayed seated most of the time. Bandit actually did pretty well - he was about 4 feet away from them, and he didn't seem stressed by it. Don't know if she'll be coming every week, but the exposure is good for him.

I got home, let the dog out of the car, and he started to dash across the street before I called him back. It turns out that our neighbor was washing her car, and was spraying it with the garden hose. Bandit loves chasing water from a hose, and I guess he wanted to go play. Crazy dog.

I hadlunch with Marc, watched some football, and then we drove down to play Badminton with my parents. That went well, except at one point I was diving for the birdie, and apparently Marc went for it too, because he hit me right in the eye with his racquet. It hurt like hell. My mom freaked and started grabbing my face, which wasn't helping. It ended up being fine, my eye just watered up like crazy, but thankfully I don't have a black eye or anything. Since he hit me squarely in the eyeball and not anywhere else, I guess that makes sense.

We went home, watched more football, and did our Sunday evening chores. This weekend felt way too short!