gimme an 'O'! gimme a 'W'!
OwieowieowieOW, I got a really stiff neck from Saturday's sleep, making my drive to LA yesterday a somewhat dangerous situation. I was tempted to put a sign in my back window apologizing to anyone who I might have cut-off because I couldn't turn my head to check my blind spot. Whoops. Unfortunately it didn't clear up, so last night I got no sleep and today I'm hoping no one sneaks up behind me because dang that would hurt.

Chalk yesterday up to the 3rd or 4th time I've ventured out of San Diego on my own; yay for adventures! I was off to fulfill my role as Ryuei Ryu cheerleader at a karate tournament. Karate isn't exactly what you would call a "spectator sport", so it's nice to have someone up in the stands yelling some encouragement or tips on exactly how to beat up the person you are fighting against. That kind of support is always appreciated. Yesterday, however, I didn't get a chance to yell a single "Gambare!!" because the tourney officials needed someone with a booming voice to announce names and scores at one of the tables. They were taping the advanced divisions and needed someone whose voice could be heard on camera. Lo and behold, they turned to me, so I was stuck being official and professional. Boo to that. Along with the job came the responsibility of teaching the boy scouts (literally) at the table how to add scores and having to pick up the medals that fell off the table when Kayleen stomped the ground hard during her kata. And, of course, trying not to laugh when that happened, or trying not to make a face like "what the...?!" (y'know, the "britt face") when I saw people doing some really funky stuff. That was the hardest part of the job.

Despite being separated from my group and having to swallow all the enthusiasm, I still had fun. I like these fools, it's fun to hang out with them. Except when sensei calls me by the wrong name, then follows it up with a comment that my hair looks like a cartoon. 0 for 2, buddy. Writing notes to fools I know on the freeway is always a fun time, too, even if I do make them blush. Hehehe, it's part of the job.