The rest of Sunday

After I got back into the city, I was tempted to just go back home and sleep, but Duncan had called me the night before about Caroline's picnic in Central Park and I wanted to say hello to her. I swung over there, called Duncan and then Mickey to get directions to the exact location, and then finally found them on the Sheep's Meadow. We hung out for a while, sitting and chatting or trying to throw around a Commerce Bank frisbee that was far too susceptible to the wind. It being fall, and a Central Park picnic, I wanted to throw around a football (that is what fall is FOR, that is one of fall's FUNCTIONS--to throw the pigskin) but none of us had one. I was really itching for one--I should've gone home before the picnic to get one (and to dress more warmly--it really was quite chilly).

After a while, Duncan, Paula, Susan Rankus and I left for a Starbucks, to warm up a bit. (I had caramel cider--mmmm....) After that I went home and as I walked into the courtyard in front of my building, there were 4-5 guys tossing around a football. I didn't even realize what I was doing--I stopped, put down my stuff and held out my arms. The guy noticed me and tossed it to me and I whipped off a spiral pass back to him. All the guys were like "Damn!" The bad thing about being a girl is, everyone assumes you're not athletic, and then they never want to play with you. The good thing about being a girl is, everyone assumes you're not athletic--and so the bar is set so low, it's easy to impress them. Especially when you throw better than they do! We tossed around the ball for a little bit and they asked me what my team was. "This season, it's the Saints." (Who are now 5-1 and I'm pretty sure it's their best season ever.) They said they were waiting for a pickup game and wanted me to change and come and join them but I demurred, since I was so tired. We exchanged names and then I staggered off to bed where I napped, waking up at 9:30. Weird sleep schedule, but I HAD to sleep.