Over the weekend I became an origami crane-making machine. The cranes even flap their wings! I've made many of them. I took a bunch to work and we're going to string them on some fishing line and have them going across the ceiling in a flock. I hope it works! I've got several around my house now, too. I found that the children's section of the library is good for easy origami books. The adult section is kind of complicated. And, instead of going out and buying origami paper, I've just been using these larger squares from a scrapbook paper book that I bought a long time ago when I was into scrapbooking. I'm glad I kept all that paper now. I've been pretty happy with this little origami phase.
What else? Roller derby was fun. There were way more people there in support of Como Derby Dames and the Springfield Roller Girls than I thought there'd be. The price for admittance is higher than I expected, but they still probably had 150-200 people there mostly cheering for the Derby Dames. This was the first bout I'd ever seen for the Derby Dames and it wasn't as fantastic as I was hoping. The only other time I've seen roller derby is in Albuquerque and I think that the teams I saw in Albuquerque might have been pretty amazing teams. That's my hope, because the other option is to admit the fact that perhaps the Como Derby Dames just suck. They didn't seem to all lack enthusiasm...but what they might be lacking is speed, coordination, and teamwork, which is rough on a roller derby team. They kept knocking each other over instead of the opposing team members; they'd get in the way of their own jammer (the scorer for each team); and they just were hardly ever fast enough to be the first jammer out of the pack. There was only one girl who was equal to the quickness of most of the Springfield team. I hope the Derby Dames get better over the course of the season. I thought maybe they were just out of practice and maybe Springfield practices all the time, whereas perhaps Como just...doesn't. At any rate, they should practice a little more before the next bout because they kind of got slaughtered by the Springfield team. Still, despite their lack of talent, there were a lot of supporters and it was still fun to see roller derby in the area.
Last but not least, over the weekend I participated in what will now be known as: the worst decision I've made in a long time. The alcohol experiment is something I will never do again because I really am not a fan of getting drunk. Drinking is not something that I really enjoy, but I figured the experiment would be okay because it was going to be monitored and (most importantly) I'd be paid. Well, it was miserable and I don't think the money is really enough to make up for how awful I felt. I had to drink three vodka tonics in fifteen minutes. I was given 5 minutes to drink each vodka tonic through a straw. It was ridiculous. Nobody does that. By the second one, I was already drunk and not at all wanting to continue down the path I'd agreed to, but in came the guy with the third and final drink and that was really the worst moment. Seeing him walking in with the last drink and knowing I somehow had to drink it. I kept inwardly telling my liver how sorry I was to do this to it and how I would never ever do it again. It was just the worst. I didn't pass out or get sick or anything but I could hardly stay awake and it was just the worst feeling. It took forever to get my BAC levels down to where they'd let me leave the building. There are 201 participants in the experiment and nobody can leave until your BAC is at .12, which is still above the legal limit in Missouri. So, everyone has to have someone pick them up and sign an affidavit that says the driver is taking the participant straight home, without stopping anywhere else. It took nearly five hours for my BAC to get down to .12, and that was with me chugging over 7 bottles of water. It was just ridiculous. I remember watching "The Original Kings of Comedy" while I sobered up and ate pizza, but mostly, the entire afternoon was not something I ever want to repeat. I doubt I can even look at vodka any more without cringing. That's what I'll take from this experiment: a small paycheck plus a disgust of vodka and a love of water.
I will give the experimenters some credit on their preparation though, because they take your stuff when you arrive so you don't have access to your phone or anything while you're drunk. It cuts down on the drunk dialing, drunk texting, and possible drama that would totally impede their experimentin'.
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