Games and bangs

You may recall my brief foray into movie-making in hopes of winning things (at least it's hard for me to forget), but it turns out it wasn't for nothing after all, because I got the official word from Major League Eating that the video won. I was never entirely clear on the parameters of the competition, but it appears there was some sort of judging and I came out on top. My travel to Tennessee is now being sponsored by the MLE, while my lodging is sponsored by Krystal (two separate sponsorships = weekend of awesome). Originally, the contest rules had a trip to Vegas for two built into the winnings, but I'm not sure if this trip is replacing a Vegas trip. The word is, I will be the "star bunnette for the ESPN Krystal show," though--again--not entirely sure what that means. I think it means you might see more of my forearms than the other ladies'. So don't forget to set your tivo and watch for my forearms!

Things are nuts here with the Rockies fever. I'm having a hard time telling if this is national news or just local mayhem, but they decided to sell the World Series tickets online this year, which was greeted with much general booing. But then, moments before the website was due to open for business, it spread that you couldn't buy multiple tickets under one IP address. And since many businesses, including ours, operates under only one, everyone made a mad dash out the doors to position themselves in front of a computer that would actually work. Only, of course, to find that the entire website crashed (something about 8 million people trying to access it all at once) and only a handful of tickets were able to be sold. They're trying again today, and I'm just glad I don't have the money to spend on these tickets, because: craziness. If we make it to the 6th game in the series, it will not only be a special Halloween viewing of America's Next Top Model, but a baseball one as well. That's a lot of pressure for themed food planning.

In other news, I had my hair cut into some sweepy side bangs, like so. This breaks some sort of having-my-hair-almost-exactly-the-same streak I've been on for the the past few years. I'm still adjusting; turns out when you have bangs you spend a lot of time whisking them out of your eyes. If you've spent your whole life never having to whisk anything out of your eyes every five minutes, this small task seems very time consuming.