The temperature continues to rise outside and things are really heating up in our little league as well. After a kumbaya-tastic weekend of outdoor play in the beautiful weather and a picnic that looked like it was more fun than any of the after parties this year (where was our invite???), tempers seemed to flare-up this past Monday. Perhaps it’s the lack of newbies or that the vets have all hooked up with each other already, but the after parties this season have been… lacking.
On the courts there was some great drama though. Eagle and Duplex went head to head for the first place slot and it was a great game. Endre and his sweaty sexy arms really dragged Duplex along, but Eagle wanted it too much and pulled through for the win. Sorry Duplex… no undefeated season for you. Although in a bizarre twist of fate Project Sandwich, or as they have dubbed themselves "sand-bitches" (how fitting), took down the once mighty Eagle for a surprise win. They were almost as surprised they won as we were. Also, we will never complain about having to hang around to shag late again.
We got to hear Jason K. of Woody’s and James the Ref go at it. Jason K. was not happy with James’s performance as a ref last night and lit into him. To which James replied to his rants by saying he was going to throw him out of the game. Jason K., sounding like a privileged Upper East Side celebutante, threw down his board status and told James there was no way he was leaving. Dearest Jason, buying a few pizzas doesn’t mean you get to behave like that. Even though James was probably high as a kite when reffing, he is still the ref and deserves some respect. And James, we agree with you: if someone is being a bitch on the court, toss their asses out (it makes for a better post)! Plus, we like it when you act so butch.
Then when we finally got to Rock Bar, we learned there was drama there too. By the way, we aren’t too thrilled with that space for after parties, are you? It was small, dark and it smelled worse than Leven’s arm pit in back, but hey, we have to pay our dues to the people on the back of our shirts right? Apparently, there was live music at the bar when the dodgeballers started to roll in and one of the performers was upset that they weren’t paying attention to him and his ukulele (no joke). He started singing a song where he screamed at the bar to “shut the fuck up”. Now, I know they banned smoking in bars, and now you can’t dance without a license, but talking? Luckily the guy realized that no one was listening to him and that no one wanted to listen to him and stormed off the stage. That’s show business!
With that tragedy off stage, they reverted back to real music and it was about time that Rock Bar earned its title. The tunes were pumping and not your standard dodgeball fare of Whitney, Britney Gaga, and Madonna. We’re talking some fierce 60’s, 70’s and 80’s tunes. We saw Stacey and her attached at the hip partner Jeremiah rocking it out to Tina Turner’s “Proud Mary” so hard that they made all us Mary’s proud. Although Stacey why the long face after what seemed like a bitchfest with Erika outside? We couldn't hear, but judging from your face, we are guessing you girls weren't discussing puppies and rainbows. Over at the pool table the ladies were knocking balls with some of the boys. Sergio was up against some fierce girls like Cyn, Tamika and Nicole. He got beat harder than Ike beat Tina on that pool table. Sergio, you’ve been voted the flip cup champion. Maybe you should stick to that. We also saw Jerry hanging around too and, we must say, we are happy to see him with those piercing blue eyes and a smile that would melt even Ricky Martin’s newly gay heart.
After the feeding frenzy of pizza (so much for that Fire Island diet, huh boys?), the table was cleared off and prepped for flip cup. It was a little improved from last week, but not much. We didn’t play much at all because the corner they stuck the table in was about 100 degrees and smlet like a mix of must and dust. We heard ladies were taking off their bras and Mezzano was putting them on. We thought we all agreed that it was better when Mezzano was wearing less clothing, not more (same applies to Endre, Conti, Lukus, Trevor, etc, etc). We heard that after we left, spin the bottle came out and some vets and newbies were mackin’ it up. We need to learn how to weight the bottle so it’ll land on Andreau. Also, Andreau, who was your special guest? He was quite the tall drink of water. You have hot friends; keep supplying the parties with fresh meat, we really appreciate it!
The flip cup table played a very quiet second fiddle to what had our attention: the NCAA championship game. We are a sport league, right? So we put on our best butch face and pretended we knew what was going on. Everyone seemed to be going for Butler except Southern newbie Adam. What’s his story by the way? He catches like a pro on the court and he catches our eye at the after parties. He has that sexy deep voice, those gorgeous eyes, he's friendly to everyone (shocker we know) and that adorable smile. Adam, your North Carolina team won the championship and you’ve won us over with your charm, so keep it coming!
The party disbanded a bit and we saw a few vets leaving together, but we think it was just to share cabs. The recession has totally messed up our ability to discern whether people are going home together or just sharing cost of transport. Damn economy!! We watched all the cute boyfriends act, well, cute. Dom and his boyfriend, who has been hanging around a lot lately, were caught smooching innocently throughout the night. We even caught Steve with his arm around BBahr. It really pangs us to say it but that was actually pretty endearing to see. Maybe
we were wrong when we said it wasn’t going to last… When we realized we didn’t have anyone to put our arm around except another $2.50 Alabama Slammah, we knew it was time to make a hasty exit. xoxo
