roadrunnertwice: Protagonist of Buttercup Festival sitting at a campfire. (Vast and solemn spaces (Buttercup Fest.))

We spent the 4th of July weekend car-camping with a big pack of friends out at Cape Lookout, and it was absolutely fantastic.

And on Sunday morning before we packed up our stuff and checked out, we drove into Tillamook to have breakfast at a scuzzy sports bar and watch the world cup final, and that was ALSO absolutely fantastic! God, what a team. I love them.

If you're only recently getting into women's soccer and you want to see more of those champs, the NWSL season is still in progress, and game tickets are honestly very cheap if you live anywhere near a team. (And they stream most of the games, too. I think they're using Yahoo Sports this year, lol.) For example, Megan Rapinoe (the purple-haired goal destroyer) plays on Tacoma, WA's team, the Reign. You can pay like $15 or $20 to see a world-class athlete at the top of her game in Tacoma.

(A lot of players on the other national teams play in the NWSL, too! The Portland Thorns have had a bunch of international players over the years; France's Amandine Henry played for us for a while, as part of a deliberate effort to take France's play to the next level.)


I'm an enthusiastic spectator but a sloppy fan, so women's soccer is yet another thing that is much better with Ruth. She knows everything about what's going on in the game-beyond-today's-game, so watching next to her just gives a much deeper flip-out-and-yell experience. 😄

Edit: AUGH, I named the wrong player when I was talking about Henry! 😫 Ruth caught it for me, I told you she's the best.

roadrunnertwice: Rodney the Second Grade T-Ball Jockey displays helpful infographics. (T-ball / Your Ass (Buttercup Festival))
Ok, so I own a handful of t-shirts that routinely get comments. Dorothy Gambrell's off-model Russian Bart Simpson shirt is a perennial winner, as is the one with the playing card king and the graffiti tag art that says "FOYER." And the one with the swifts.

But the attention when I'm wearing my Mets shirt is something else entirely. The weird shirts just start normal conversations, but when people see a Mets shirt, they grab a shiv and go straight for the pride.

Usually it's something like "Whoa, there's a bold one, wearing a Mets shirt in September." One time, outside the Doug Fir, these two people walk past me, and when they're about ten feet behind me, one of them busts out laughing and says "For a second I thought that guy's shirt said 'Mets!'"

I have no idea how any of you actual Mets fans put up with this nonsense.