Drunk Dials, New Nicknames, and Football. Oh My!

I told my roommate about this blog yesterday. I don't know if she has or plans to read it, but she knows it exists. I mentioned that I was struggling to come up with a good nickname for her and she suggested "Crazy Canuck". Since that is a much cooler nickname than "roomerino", it will stick going forward. If you don't like it, get your own blog.

I went to sleep fairly early last night since I was tired/stuffed from wing night and I had to be up early on Saturday. However, the best laid plans don't always work out since I received a drunk dial from Mouse around 1AM. I don't really mind drunk dials, even when they wake me up. However, I was disappointed that Mouse wanted to talk about big ten scenarios that send Michigan to the BCS and not something more entertaining/humorous. Mouse, I know you are a more interesting drunk than that. I expect you to do better next time. :)

Crazy Canuck was apparently awake in her room and heard me talking to Mouse at 1AM. She informed me this morning that I was sleep talking last night, completely unaware that I was on the phone since I had gone to bed a couple hours earlier. I guess she is not used to getting drunk dialed.

This morning a group of us revived the post-exam Saturday tradition of touch football at a nearby open field near where I work. I play because it's fun, but I am the least athletic person there. I am not good enough or fast enough to cover anyone, so it sucks to get beat every freakin' down. Amazingly, my team won both games we played today and I caught one touchdown! At least no one else takes it very seriously. I am going to be really sore tomorrow though. Oh well...

Next Saturday we are playing flag football against a group of finance people from work, so we wanted to make sure we got a game in today. Our challengers next week have been talking some pretty serious smack lately, which is what caused this game to be set up for next week. They have even resorted to calling us the "actu-fairies" as if we were smack talking 3rd grade style. I think they are just bitter because the actuarial basketball team destroyed them in the intra-mural basketball league last year. Needless to say, we are motivated to destroy them in football next week. I don't know if I'll play much since I suck, but I'll be there regardless.