I’m really tired this morning, and my “internet breakfast” wasn’t the happiest I’ve ever had, so I’m going to tell the world something funny and try to inject a little more inane silliness into teh intrawebs.
Last night I went to the gym and after working out went over to the track to walk it off. The track is on the second story over (and around) the gymnasium. On intramural nights – Thursday, apparently – they have these big curtains that they drop to section off the gym. Last night, it was divided up into four sections – three thirds, with one third cut in half.
About halfway through my first lap I began looking down to see what was going on down there, and what I saw was the funniest thing since – well, probably not too long, but whatever. [Ed. note: this blog entry is about to start sounding vaguely racist, so it's important you note that I'm simply observing what I saw.]
In the first third of the gym was a group of tanned white men and women playing volleyball (badly).
In the second third of the gym was a group of Latino men playing soccer.
In the first half of the third third were four Asian men and women playing what I can only presume was badminton (very badly), although I didn’t know that was played without a net.
And in the second half of the third third was a game of basketball. You know what I’m about to say – and, sadly, you’re wrong. They weren’t all black. Because I think that would have just been too much – I would have had to have laughed out loud, and then the workout police would have surely come and taken me away.
Boise State University Segregated Intramurals – new for spring 2007!
I dunno. I’m having a hard time writing this where it’s anywhere near as funny as it seemed at the time. Maybe I was just slaphappy from the exercise.
Last night (or this morning, rather) I was dreaming that Meredith, Mom, and I were having a conversation about eggs. Meredith was in the process of saying that she didn’t like eggs in the winter, and Mom was eating a hard-boiled egg out of the shell, with a spoon. As she pried a bit of egg out of the shell, she accidentally flung it across the table and hit Meredith with it. I cracked up laughing – in real life.
Ryan’s all, “What are you giggling at?”
Me, groggy: “Dreaming about eggs. Mom hit Meredith with an egg.”
Ryan: ::pause::
Me: “Hard boiled.”
Ryan: “You woke yourself up laughing?”
Me: “Uh-huh.”
Ryan: “Well, that’s a good way to wake up.”
It’s kind of cloudy and rainyish, and my stomach is moderately unamused at something, and it’s just totally a curl up on the couch with an afghan and a bad novel sort of day. Anyone else want to go play hooky?
