So I joined a softball team. I do not know any of the particulars. I don’t know the name of the team. I don’t know what position I will be playing, and I do not know where we play/practice/etc. In addition, I only know one person on the team and that’s because she asked me to join this morning.
Remember when I was bitching about not being able to meet people in my mid-20’s? SOLVED!
That said, I AM SO EXCITED!
I used to play rec league softball in high school, and I had a blast. When I was in grad school down in North Carolina, my lovely friend Jenny made us all sign up for an intramural team called The Buttermilk Biscuits. A bunch of writers on a softball team. We got our asses kicked.
But now I get to play again! I have to get my mitt back from Mike’s house. And I wonder if I still have a bat.
Shit, much more importantly–I need to hit the batting cages.