READING: ‘Unicorn U’ by Esther Freisner, the third of what I call her ‘Fey’ series. Extremely light and floofy, but fun.

LISTENING TO: 90.3 KEXP (Where the music matters) and Barmy Army – ‘The English Disease’ (to put me in the mood. Bleacher songs from soccer matches set to a dance beat. Not to be missed.)

I am a brave, brave girl.

Today I came to work in shorts.

I didn’t even bother to issue special glare-reducing smoked-glass viewing devices to those exposed to their fluorescent whiteness. Sure, I can irradiate produce with ‘em. So what? Pale is beautiful!

I did it for a reason, though. Because it’s supposed to be hot tonight, and I’m going to be outside most of the night.

Yes, today is the MATCH! ManU vs. Celtic FC. Sure, I’m not fond of either team -- is it OK for a confirmed Hibee to root for Celtic against the Red Menace, or do I need a special dispensation? -- but I just can’t pass up the chance to watch world-class footy live when it’s this close. Tickets sold out almost immediately, but I got lucky and got a ticket through a guy at work. Good news is, the seats aren’t bad at all (there aren’t many bad seats in Seahawks Stadium). Bad news is, I won’t know anyone I’m sitting with except for my work buddy – the rest are from his soccer team. Plus, it could be hot. But hey – melting is a small price to pay for an evening watching soccer with like-minded lunatics.

We should try to conform to stereotype after the match. I wanna be a soccer hooligan! I wonder if the guys would be up for being disorderly on the way home – we could ring doorbells and run. Better yet, throw our aluminum cans in the trash instead of the recycling bin! And NOT RINSE THEM FIRST! Soccer hooligan, northwest style! Heh.