futbol fever. or maybe malaria.

i am now officially the kind of girl that screams and jumps up and down and yells at the television.

i like it.

i missed korea's match against togo, but i was there for its spectacular tie against france. jumping. screaming. gesticulating. while alone. watching ABC in my apartment. totally sober. with all the lights off. because maybe it was cooler that way? because it was 1200 degrees and i was too lazy to set up my air conditioning.

but my point is, we TIED FRANCE in a game where we were supposed to get trounced. so, i think, if we at least tie switzerland on friday, then even if france beats togo, we will advance to the second round because we'll have scored enough goals to put is in the top 2 of our group. i think. the majority of my world cup education came from G during the brazil game, but i've been studying fifa.com and i think i got it now. so ... yay futbol! yay koreans! yay jung hwan ahn! yes — i've joined the legions of korean girls that want this man. good thing i'm bigger than all of them combined, because he's mine. so step off unless you want to get broken.

there was all kinds of futbol this weekend. there was all kinds of lots of things this weekend, actually. friday i had some much-needed solo C-time, in our own private italy, aka moto. then we wandered off for some wine at larry lawrence, then back home for puttering and nonsense and to exchange some pleasantries with RS, who was fresh off a plane from boston and stopped by before his gig. RS is on the mend from a broken heart (been there! understand that!) so it was good to repay the kindness everyone has given me, and give him a hug and cheer him up a little. and really, what sight could be more cheerful than a drunk C in a pretty pretty dress floating around my apartment with one — yes, just one — of my new rollerblades on her foot?

exactly.

saturday was off for some much-needed G-time and the first of the weekend's copa mundial fun. i caught the last bit of the U.S.-italy match at a bar full of him, NG, and NG's brownie friends. full of them. and one of them had their baby with them? in the bar? i found this disturbing. anyways. we ditched the throng and baby in favor of puttering and nonsense, then dinner at grape & grain. everytime i go to that restaurant i heart it more. delicious, inexpensive tapas and a vibe that's quirky-chic-laidback-smart-whatmeworry? all at the same time. eventually, we ended up with NG and his ladyfriend at the delancey for a drum and bass party. the music was fun, but note to the haole emcee: put down the mic. put DOWN the mic. i only wish i had remembered that the delancey has that cool rooftop garden bar ... next time.

sunday ... more futbol! brazil vs. australia at central bar was the perfect sunday morning venue for a futbol education. plus, they played the lambada and the macarena, repeatedly. HOWEVER, i give warning to all of my fellow sweet-blooded, carbon-dioxide and lactic-acid emitting sufferers of the same combination of chemoattractants as me: do not go to central bar without DEET in hand. i had noticed a few critters buzzing around the bar when we sat down, and against my better judgement i didn't run down the street for some some sort of chemical wash for my skin. by midway through the second half, i had 11 mosquito bites. E-L-E-V-E-N. some mosquito has a whole lot of my DNA in its system. and all the while, G was blissfully hooting and hollering at the game, with nary a mosquito near him.

the bite count doesn't stop there, however. i had one mosquito in my apartment, and sometime during the shouting and screaming in the dark during the korea vs. france game sunday afternoon, it somehow got me 4 times on my elbow. F-O-U-R. i killed that motherfucker, but it was too late. the damage was done.

so ... i now look a little bit like a leper. i'm a big, spotty, scratchy, skeeter buffet slathered in aveeno anti-itch and popping claritin to try and bring down the redness. i think this is some sort of exercise in vanity control, so i stop caring what my skin looks like. but i'm not vain! i'm not! i just think my skin needs to be perfect!

*sigh*

ok i'm telling myself to shut up. pardon my ranting. i can't help it. the itchyness and whatever form of west nile i probably contracted this weekend is starting to push me over the edge. good thing i have work to keep my mind occupied, right? ha! ha!