Ha! From the title, you probably thought I actually played lacrosse. Nope, I'm not athletic at all, the closest I get to sports is occasionally watching them on TV to impress a boy or if I'm hanging out with my dad.
I must admit, I do like to pretend I'm a dancer sometimes. The guys that worked in the Armani Collezioni store below the press office were convinced I was a dancer, simply because I'd get antsy and stand in made up ballet/yoga positions while waiting for the elevator.
So yes, I may be a fake dancer, but I'm no lacrosse player. The real lacrosse player is my sister, Lauren, and this is the outfit I hose to wear to her game at my old elementary/middle school. I wanted to wear something that incorporated her school's colors, green and purple, without looking like Barney.
It was actually sort of fun sitting in our folding Ravens chairs and cheering on my sister's team. I got to sit in the sun, chat with my stepmom and occasionally yell things like "come on, let's hustle girls!" and "nice save." Unfortunately, I had to listen to a bunch of obnoxious 7th grade boys talk about Chlamydia. Seriously? I don't think I even knew what Chlamydia was in middle school!
Sadly, Lauren's team didn't win, but we went to Starbucks afterward for some yummy cold drinks. There's nothing like a calorie filled frappuchino (with lots of whip cream!) to soften the blow of a lost game.
*Also notable- my dad used his mono-pod to take photos throughout the game and was on his knees the whole time. Luckily, he packed his very stylish green knee pads. I wish I had a picture :(
Top and sandals: Primark
Sunglasses: Gift from Armani Press Office
Ribbon: my sister Sophie's bathroom drawer
Happy Mother's Day everyone, especially my mom, stepmom and Gigi. I love you all so much and I'm so glad to have you in my life.
In honor of mother's day and in support of breast cancer research, baseball is going pink...at least for today. MLB has teamed up with the Susan G. Komen Foundation and created an honorary batgirl contest, where winners, who have "gone to bat against breast cancer" will be honored at home games today. Those teams who are not playing at home today will honor their batgirls at a later date.
In addition, many players have opted to use special pink Louisville Slugger bats that will later be auctioned off to support the Susan G. Komen Foundation.
Want to learn more? Read the article and check out the video from MLB.com.
Thanks to Chris for the heads up!
In case you didn't know, my very own BU Terriers won the NCAA Men's Ice Hockey Championship in overtime this past Saturday. BU has gone crazy. Though I've only actually been to one hockey game this year, I felt the need to attend the celebratory parade in Marsh Plaza today.
It was awesome! Com Ave. was swarming with BU fans- there was red scarlet everywhere! The hockey players arrived in duck boats and were escorted by the BU band and the Boston police. I could hardly see anything, but because I'm so small, I pushed my way through the crowd until I found a familiar face/a tall person who could take pictures for me. (Thanks Pete!)
There were a bunch of speeches from important BU personalities which caused the crowd to break out in cheer. Even the mayor, who declared today "Terrier Day" in Boston, showed up and spoke. Oh, and they served cake...and macaroons for the Jews keeping Passover. (I thought that was slightly adorable, especially since I almost grabbed a piece of cake for myself before remembering that I can't eat leaven until Thursday night.)
Oh, and of course we broke out into our favorite BU cheer (sorry about the profanity):
(Note: This cheer is chanted at ALL games, even i we're not playing BC. I may have accidentally yelled it at a guy I met at a bar once when I learned he was a BC graduate. I mean, we had just beaten them... Oops.)
I'm not sure how the Ravens/Steelers game is going to end. It's been very depressing so far, but cross your fingers. This commercial came on at the beginning of the game, and I told Pinkey that seeing it again would be the only thing that could cheer me up:
Yeah....this game is not going well...
Yesterday, at a brunch date with a high school friend, we discussed our respective love lives. My friend told me that she's come to realize that if you actually want to date someone, you need to go for the grad student. I thought that was kind of funny, because one of my BU friends is kind of seeing a grad student, and she seems really happy. Plus, my mom and I were just talking about how I should date one of my older brother's friends haha.
All this talk about older guys reminded me of a dream I'd had the previous night. Somehow, I found myself in the back of a cop car. I don't think I did anything wrong necessarily, but I vaguely remember the term "tax evasion" being thrown around...
Anyway, the point is I met a really cute cop. For some reason, he chose to sit in the back of the car with me, while his buddy drove alongside my friend in the passenger seat. Cute cop and I struck up a conversation and I told him my birthday was coming up. I asked him how old he thought I was, and he guessed that I was turning 21.
Now, this may not sound like a big deal, but it is. You see, people usually think I'm 16 or maybe if I'm lucky, 18. I was infatuated. He was 23 or 24 and adorable. And then the dream gets fuzzy.
Oh yeah, and last night, I had a dream that I met Raven's QB Joe Flacco...who is also 23. Hmmm...
Well, right after I wrote that post, I got on the T with 2 of my girl friends for some serious MP stalking. We initially felt out of place in the gym because we were dressed in street clothes, but we went in anyway, because Michael Phelps is worth it. Plus, we definitely weren't the only girls at the gym who were there to check out the "scenery."
Unfortunately, the video crew blocked off all of the windows overlooking the pool...which didn't stop some girls from peeking anyway. They then got yelled at. Here's a visual of the craziness:
Some photos from last night's game:
With my fellow peer advisor, Yoojin, and her boyfriend. They're pretty cute... (See below.)
Everyone together: Awwwww.
Oh, so this is what a packed baseball game looks like...
Hey, there are almost as many Sox fans here as there were at the Orioles/Sox games in B-more!
I would hardly call myself a baseball expert. If I do happen to attend a game, you'll know me, because I'll be cowering, head in lap and arms covering face whenever anyone hits a foul ball, even if it's across the stadium. That's pretty much what happened last night. Picture this- Camden Yards is swarming with Red Sox fans. The few faithful O's supporters litter the stands, but the air around screams Sox. When the crowd sings "Take me Out to the Ballgame," instead of a loud cry o f "root, root, root for the home team," the cheer of those avid O's fans can barely be heard beneath the shrieks of "root, root, root for the Red Sox!" That's really sad.
Now I myself have become a Red Sox fan with old age. I feel slightly guilty about that, and don't want to be accused of being a fair weather fan. So I over-justify: the O's are so bad and I literally live down the street from Fenway. You can't live in Boston and not become a Red Sox fan- it's kind of like a disease. Call it Red Sox-itis, but I think I'm hooked. I may even actually watch a game or two this year, which is a lot for me. Who knows, I could be rockin in the street with some drunk Irish guys. There was that time when I came back from dinner after a Sox win, and some random college guy picked me up and grabbed my butt. The excitement was, well, palpable.
But back to the O's. Again, I'm no expert, but I think the franchise went downhill after Brady Anderson left. I have no idea if he played well, but I totally had a crush on him. It was his sideburns. Poor Orioles...
PS- they beat the Sox last night.