¡Viva España! and other things

Somehow I always end up being late to get-togethers with my good friends back home. My friend Paul had told me to be in Mechanicsville by 2 p.m. on Sunday in order to watch the coverage for the World Cup final. I figured I'd leave Charlottesville by 1 and get there a little after 2. Seeing as how I don't know much about soccer and couldn't name a single person on either teams playing in the last game watching the pre-game coverage would have done little for me.

I didn't start to leave Charlottesville until around 1:30, which meant I had at least an hour and fifteen minutes until I arrived in Mechanicsville and with the game starting at 2:30 I was going to be late. Although with that I kept my streak for this World Cup of never watching the opening play of the game. I guess that's an accomplishment.

I somehow managed to convince Channing to come up and watch the game with us. He arrived shortly after I did and, after some rearranging of the seats at the table, started talking with Paul's sister while I kind of stuck with my friends. The game was uneventful for the most part. Other than the Extra Time goal that Spain scored, the best part of the game, in my opinion, was when the Spanish player was karate kicked in the chest. I didn't like it because the guy got kicked, but because of just how awesome the guy doing the kicking looked as he was flying in there with his leg outstretched.

Spain eventually won and I felt vindicated by that because all I wanted was for a Spanish-speaking team to win.

So after the game ended and we made some plans that confused the heck out of me, Channing and I slipped over to rue21 where he had a gift certificate. I didn't want to bother him too much while he shopped so I just kind of stood around and listened as he mumbled to himself about clothes and blue and talked to the girl at the register about cologne.

I then proceeded to drive all the way to King William and hang out with my friends. We played a few rounds of Bananagrams and Scattergories before I had to leave to get back to Charlottesville.

Right after I got onto 64 I noticed a car shoot up behind me and start to flash its lights at me. I kept driving as the car continued to flash its lights and follow me as I changed lanes. I slowed down and was about to pull off of the interstate when I got a call from one of my old roommates saying that he and another friend of mine were behind me. It was terrifying.

Once I got back to Charlottesville it was like everybody was coming over at the same time so we just hung out, played Halo and caught up with each other. I eventually made it back to my apartment where I discovered that my Linksys connection has died. This means that I'll either have to get Internet for myself soon or I'll just have to drive in order to get a signal...which is what I'm going to have to do now that I'm going home for a few days.