6pm in Sunnyvale. Not too far from you.

Damn, can't. Have to be home at 7:00

Bummer. I tried.

You did. Some other time.

These are our last local games this summer.

ION - I just checked our answering machine and there are two messages for CJ. One from a girl (not the one - J - who called earlier today) calling him out for being rude to J. Then there was a VERY nice message from J asking CJ to call and she left her number twice.

Now, CJ is gone for the weekend. Do I ignore the messages until Monday? Do I call CJ and have him return J's call? Do I call J and tell her he is gone until Monday?

Oy, I'm not ready for him to have a social life.

It's way wicked short,

::pumps fist::

The A's won their 8th in a row.

Yep, we were there. Barry was dealing. Getting ahead of hitters and just burying them with the yakker. Those NL guys had never seen a curveball like his. (Except Nomar, and Kent, who played against the A's all the time with the Giants.)

Also? I called Chavez's homerun. Not before he came to the plate. Right before the pitch. Not only that, it wasn't a guess - it was one of those things where your brain sorts through all the information really quickly and you see how it's going to play out. I even pointed where he'd hit it, though I did not indicate hitting the foul poul.

So on his 12th try, Emmett finally saw an A's game at the Coliseum where the A's won. We figured it was two things. He had his Triple A Championship mojo working for him, and the minute he picked up an A's rally monkey in the gift shop, Jay Payton hit the double that tied up the game. Rally monkey is sleeping with him tonight.

These are our last local games this summer.

Bummer.

Yay for Jen!

Yay for Empress!

Yay for belatedbirthday askye!

Yay for hat-buying!

Meanwhile, in the world of me, yesterday was most entertaining. We went to Khan a Khaleili (the big souk/bazaar in Cairo) to pick up a few things before 2 of my friends leave in a couple of days' time - some silver earings, an Isis painting on papyrus, some fig preserves, an alabaster candle holder, that kind of thing. I didn't want to buy anything (...er, although I ended up with a silver ring of a traditional Siwan design and a rather lovely greenish amber ring, both quite large) but I did want to take photos of the Khan, as I've never got around to doing that.

I took lots of nice pictures, so yay for that. And it was a MOST image-demon-slaying day, because I got huge amounts of attention from the guys in the Khan, above and beyond the call of duty, to the point that my friends were taking the piss (good humouredly) about all the 'My Queen!' 'My Princess!' stuff. This was, I think, because the ensemble, whilst modest and simple (ankle length big black skirt, black v-neck tshirty thing under a longish black diaphanous poncho thing, Valencia-purchased hat, turquoise ankle socks with black shoes, turquoise liquid eyeliner layered with regular liquid eyeliner, record bag (which has turquoise labels), was quite strikingly different from the more revealing ensembles being sported by most of the tourists. Also, it is a Very Nice Hat. All the Egyptian ladies clearly loved the ensemble and wanted such a hat. One tourist took my photograph, which was rather startling.

In conclusion: let's make out.

(which I feel is a sentence which should end all posts, always. Good Job, P-C!)

All hail Queen Fay!

Timelies. Full of gronk here. Also dedded by the impossibly cutebaby tamarinds born at the zoo up here. Tiny!