So,

The bathroom saga continues, folks.

Yesterday I got home and this dude was in my bathroom ripping up the sub-flooring with a crowbar and less than a gentle touch. WTF, right?

Me: Hey, you have to rip up the entire floor?
Dude: (pause) What?
Me: Fair enough.

With that, the MCat and I headed outside to get in a little wiffleball and to escape the noise. And despite its inauspicious start, the afternoon yielded two good things:

1) We invented a drink called the "Teaparty Cocktail." To make a Teaparty Cocktail you need three things - 1) a bunch of workers tearing the shit our of your apartment without having had your landlord tell you about it and then putting their equipment all over your kitchen, so the only cabinet you can reach for cups has nothing but tiny crystal punch bowl glasses (this step is important) 2) Smirnoff vodka and 3) Sprite Remix. Mix equal parts Smirnoff and Remix in the two-ounce punch bowl cups and voila! Sip with pinkies extended and pretend to talk to stuffed animals for the full effect.

2) After removing my toilet, the workers placed it directly in the middle of the outfield. So we opened the lid and said any ball landing in the can would be an automatic game winner. No one was able to accomplish this, but while shagging a Brendo Frendo pop fly I ran right into the toilet and without falling down managed to both knock it over and catch the ball. It was, without question, one of the great moments in the history of sport.