Here's to you, Fockers

I know we can do it. We can kick ass tonight. We will kick ass tonight.

The Achievers have a mission to blow away the competition this evening at 8:30.

We heard that the Fockers beat their opposing team 25-2 last week. That will not happen tonight. While I am a bit apprehensive because the Albrittens will not be with us, I am STOKED to play 2nd base in KT's spot. I like being pitcher and all, but I am thankful for the opportunity to show off my skills somewhere else on the field. Thank you, Winston and Evil.

Now, I have to find something to wear to the Memphis Flyer's "Best of Memphis" Awards Ceremony. My precious little gay bar got nominated for more categories than did any other restaurant--including "Best Gay Bar"--and we won like 6 awards. So I have to pretty myself up and wear something representative of my fabulous restaurant. I can't look all dyke-y, but I have to be practical because I'm gonna have to do a quick change before the game (did I mention we are gonna KICK ASS tonight?). Sometimes, I hate being a girl because of dilemmas like this. Short notice, look nice (although my boss did suggest wearing my xXx kickball uniform), be there at 6, you can stay for an hour [there will be some booze], just go and represent this place ... FUCK!

I just hope that I grab all my loot before 7:30. I don't want Evil to have a heart attack. I think he may have just had a seizure after the text I sent.

I better get going. It's a great day, and I'm wasting time. Fuck the Fockers, soooie-pig!