So the day starts to get interesting when I get an e-mail message from a PR guy working for a certain video game studio, inviting me out to San Francisco on his dime to see a new game. If I can bring Cath, I'm so jumping on that.
Then, through the magic of Facebook, I reconnect with some of my former volleyball kids. One of them actually "switched teams" so to speak. Didn't see that one coming, but good for her for figuring it out young. I can't believe so many of them are all grown up and stuff. I've been doing this coaching thing for an awful long time.
I get home to find a red envelope in my mail box, containing, "Awesome, I Fucking Shot That," the Beastie Boys live DVD. I like the original idea to give 50 people in the crowd video cameras and make a video from that, but why did it have to be shitty Hi-8 cameras? Fortunately they had a few guys with what looked like Sony HDV, but then they even made that hard to watch by doing some nasty video toaster looking shit. I understand recording the fan experience, but you didn't have to cut it like a fan. The special features had a montage of 30+ year-old white guys requesting songs from all over the world. The best was the 30+ Japanese guy in a suit who asked for, "Intergaractic, prease."
Right now Catherine is tending to sick horses.
Life sure can be interesting without even trying.