FryingMan

lost early recall, darn, it was pretty interesting:

+ swinging around athletically in some strange place with large vats with coach Eric Taylor from Friday Night Lights (one of my all-time favorite shows BTW)

later:

+ breakfast beer with ex-gf LD. I'm sitting at the dining table with LD on my left and my mom somewhere else. LD gives me a little bottle of beer as a gift. I open it and pour 3/4 of a small juice glass for me and for LD, saying I have to drive soon so don't want too much. LD says she doesn't want any because she has to drive, so I take her glass and since I don't want more either, pour the beer from her glass back into the bottle, with my fist around the opening, it's a bit of a messy job. My mom seems really critical of LD, which annoys me. I go into the kitchen and see there are lots of rotting vegetables and rice and generally nasty pile of food garbage stuck to a spot on the dishwasher, I'm picking up piles of it with my hands and also pick up a bunch of forks and knives and throw the utensils down somewhere.

+ CD is driving the wrong way, see cats/dogs, crazy mountain baseball in a large, high rocky bowl. It's night-time and I'm in the front passenger seat of a car driven by former colleague CD. We need to be heading to downtown B, we're in the hills at the top of the street that goes by LL park. He heads higher up the hills instead, I say no we should just turn around and head down, we'll be at school in just 10-15 minutes that way, he starts turning but instead heads higher into the hills, I say "ok whatever." I see 2 cats and make some cute comment about them, also about some (imaginary?) dogs. We're driving on a dirt/grass narrow road curving to the right around some big mound to the right.

Out of car it's daytime and playing baseball, the mound to the right is a high rocky bowl with tall steep rocky sides, the ball has been hit out of the field, I'm scrambling up the hill to retrieve it and throw it to my fielder waiting at the rim of the hills. I think/hear that you can get up to 12 points for hitting the ball out of the stadium, I wonder if we can catch the running on one of his 12 attempts at running around the bases. I reach the top of the hill and look down into the bowl, about 20 young men are arranged in an arc around the field. I'm holding on to a rock standing just on the outside of the bowl and a guy comes up behind me and tells me to "move my ass" so he can get it but I'm barely hanging on there's nowhere to move and I see other guys in less precarious situations and tell him "why don't you go tell one of them to move their ass."