This weekend Matt asked if I would mind him wearing a RotoHog t-shirt. He was smart enough to avoid asking while I was desperately unemployed, but now that I had an offer, it seemed like a reasonable request. Unable to contrive an illogical excuse, I said it was okay, and away we went.

While waiting to cross a street, a random lady asked Matt if he plays on RotoHog. While I went into convulsions, he calmly stated that I used to work there. Apparently random lady's son still works there, and maybe I know him? OF COURSE.

Last year we failed to attend the Villa Marina Block Party due to lack of proximity. I tried to explain that we were in Tokyo, but apparently international travel is not an acceptable excuse. This year we made sure to attend long enough to get free food and be seen by all necessary persons.

The Block Party is partially sponsored by local businesses, each with their own gimmick to attract new customers. Free reusable bags, spin the wheel o' prizes, drawings for $25 off $10,000's worth of new windows. With a bit of prodding, I entered one a drawing from the hardware store, tried some homemade chocolate chip cookies, and won a useless candle. Then we retreated to the safety of our home.

Fast forward 30 minutes. The doorbell rang. My neighbor/party co-chair was there to present me with my grand prize from B&B Hardware. Uh, seriously? Holy bajoinkees! I won 2 Dodgers tickets, behind home, against the Rockies, with a preferred parking pass! Yippee!

I turned to Matt and asked, "Would you like to come with me to the game?" I thought I was nice to offer him the second ticket, but he seemed to think the correct response was to tickle me mercilessly. Sometimes I wonder why I keep him around.

I hereby announce that I have a job! An offer has been made, I accepted, and there will be a parade on the 26th of November in my honor! The paperwork will be signed early next week, at which point I will happily belt out the company name to the masses.