Today on the light rail, I met a leprechaun.

Ok maybe he was just a little person, but he had red hair and a beard like a leprechaun.

I didn’t talk to him, mainly because I’m still sick (didn’t go to work yesterday, hence no post) and my throat was hurting.  But I almost wanted to ask him if he’d grant me 3 wishes…

nvm that’s a genie.

Moral of the story: I thought today would bring better luck after seeing this guy.

Public Service Announcement: IT’S RODEO SEASON!!! And I know all you people may be taking the light rail to the rodeo.  If you have any good stories or good pictures, feel free to email them to me and I’ll include them in a weekend post.  Also, this site should be moving VERY soon to a different domain, I’ll keep you posted.

Today on the light rail, I ran into the big dude from yesterday AGAIN.  He sadly did not recognize me, but I definitely knew who he was.  Now today was even funnier than yesterday. 

Big Dude gets on the light rail with 2 of his friends (no skinny dude from yesterday, I think his wife probably wanted Jack in the crack again…).  One of them walks on with his soundtrack for life playing (that’s what Archie used to call it when he walked around with his personal stereo playing daft punk).  The music being played is “OOOOOOhhh baby I be stuck to you like glue…”  In other words, the Bedrock song (which is a personal party fav). 

I start getting into the music, because it is my Birthday and I can do what I want.  The guy changes the song the Say Ahh. If you do not know this song, it’s because you’re probably too old, so here it is for you:

So of course I’m jammin with the guy sitting next to me.
Rando: “You like dis song?”
Me: “haha only because it’s my birthday..”
Rando: “Oh shit! Go girl..it’s your birthday…”

So this goes on for a little bit and the guy turns his music down because Big Dude’s phone rings:
Big Dude: “Hello…..Who is dis?…….Girl how you get muh numba?……I GAVE IT TO YOU??…I musa been on some SERIOUS Crack when I did dat…You should prolly lose this…”

I can’t hold in my laughter.  This other guy near me is laughing too.  Then the music man turns back on the Bedrock song.  I can tell this is Big Dude’s favorite song when it gets to these lyrics.  They sing in unison:

“Ok I get it,  let me think, I guess it’s my turn,  Maybe it’s time to put this P-$$y on ya sideburns…He say I’m bad, He prolly right..he pressing me like button downs on a Friday night….I’m so pretty like, be on my pedal bike, Be on my low scrunch, Be on my Ecko Whites….He say Nicki don’t stop you da bestest, And I just be coming off the top as bestest.”

It was like a gospel choir singing. They were so into it.  All the people around were like “what the heck are they singing…” and only I knew.

Moral of the story: Happy Birthday to me.

Today on the light rail, I felt like I was watching American Idol…you know, the crappy people that somehow make it onto the show just to make the ratings go higher so people can continue to make jokes about them for the next year…

This big dude gets on the rail with his skinny friend and sits in the row in front of me.  He has music blasting in his ear phones.  I wanted to start doing sign language with him because maybe he’s hard of hearing.  I continued to think this when he started making noises to the music. 

You know the kind of noises R&B artists make?  The “OOOOHHHH” “ahhhhhhhooooogurrrllll”.  That is what he started to do.  He sounded like a dying whale, much like this lady.  It continued on…
“MMMmmmmMMMMMM oooooOOooooooo baby…uyyyyeahhahdfhgheyweaweytfgadjghaeh”

^I don’t know how to type his noises so that’s why I just started banging on the keyboard there.^

Then he turned his music down when his skinny friend that looked about 18 said “Man, my wife is crazy, dawg.”
This kid is married? He looks like he’s 12!
Big Dude: “Why is that?”
Skinny Dude: “Man I be axin where we gun meet her and she goes Jack in the Box. Whadoilooklike a bank? She always be spendin my money.”
Big Dude: “Man tell her to get her a$$ on the train.”
Skinny Dude: “I know sshhhheeettt.”

The big dude puts his head phones back in and continues his attempt at proving he should be the next Boys II Men.

Moral of the story: If you can’t sing, please don’t sing. Ever. Unless you’re calling The Little Gym to sing “I have a beanbag, it’s miss ladybug, I have a jumprope, sir centipede”.

Today on the light rail, I met the most BRILLIANT panhandler.  Genius, I tell you.  I’m telling you this is EPIC compared to other light rail stories (not to mention yesterdays EPIC FAIL because you dweebs won’t post your comment).

I was sitting in a seat next to your typical smelly-wearing-all-the-clothes-he-owns-at-one-time street person, when he says to me:
“Excuse me, do you have a pen or a marker?”

I do have a pen in my purse, which is coincidentally a Student Goverment pen that says “EMPOWER” on it (reference my Facebook status on Tuesday, if you can).  But I notice the man has a piece of a cardboard box with him pressed between him and the window and realize the permanant marker I took from the lab the other day to label eppendorf tubes at home would be a viable alternative for him.

Me: “Will this Sharpie work?”
Genius: “Thank you!”

I start watching him as he writes on the cardboard box.  He starts with the words “HEY ELIN…” and I think to myself, man this is going to be good.  He has kind of sloppy handwriting so it’s hard to see the rest, but I make out the words “PICK ME”…then I start texting and begin to ignore him until I see the final product.

On brown cardboard, the sign says:

Today on the light rail, a man brought up a very interesting point that I’m in need of some audience feedback for…

This morning I hopped on the rail to the TMC with a dream in my Longhorn hoodie.
…alright I’ll quit with the Miley reference….
So I’m wearing my UT jacket, and usually when I wear this I get a lot of comments, usually because everybody in Texas that is somebody is a Longhorn.  So this man, may or may not be homeless, says “Hook ‘Em Horns!”
I smile.
FairWeatherFan: “Hook ‘Em Baby. Das wut I’m tawkin bout. You watch the game las night?”
Me: “Unfortunately, no.  I actually missed both the Rockets and Horns play last night.”
FairWeatherFan: “Yous a Rockets fan too??”
Me: “Umm we are in Houston.”
FairWeatherFan: “Man I aint heard of many girls that actually watch em on TV though.”
Me: “Well Hi, I like to watch sports on TV.”
FairWeatherFan: “Whatchu watch on TV?”
Me: “I love basketball. I can’t wait for March Madness. Not a big fan of the NFL, but I watch it.  College football I watch when I’m not at the game.”
FairWeatherFan: “You watch it cus your man makes you?”
Me: “Ha..no..I just enjoy it. Me and my brother used to watch Rockets games together as a kid.”
FairWeatherFan: “Mannnn.  I aint heard of no girl actually watchin sports without a man twisting her arm.  You’s a pretty little thang too.  Pretty and into sports.  Whatchu doin ridin the light rail?”
Me: “I’m going to work in the med center.”
FairWeatherFan: “Whatchu do down der?”
Me: “Research. I want to be a dentist.”
FairWeatherFan: “Man and you is smart too! Sports and brains. man!”
Me: “Most of my girl friends like sports too..it’s not that rare…”
FairWeatherFan: “Man I think you lyin to me. Aint no girl into sports. They supposed to be into fashion and all that.”

I laugh…and feel kind of awkward.  We don’t say much after this.  Sure, this wasn’t a very ‘funny’ experience on the rail this morning, but it made me want to ask you peeps a question.  When I was a Junior at UT, I had a subscription to ESPN the magazine that I actually read.  It was the first thing any guy noticed when they came to the apartment and their first question was “Who’s subscribed to this?!!?” with a little bit of excitement in their voice.

So my question to you today….And I need responses…this is an interactive blog today..I know there’s at least 50 clicks on here a day…so I’m assuming at least 10 of you read this a day.

What are you thoughts on straight females having a love for sports or a specific sport?  Guys, does this make you more attracted to them?  Ladies, Do you tend to hide your love of sports for fear the guy will treat you as ‘one of the guys’?

And I’m not talking girls that go to sporting events because “everybody does”..I’m talking like Victoria’s love for Will Muschamp…or Erin’s obsession with watching baseball on TV (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)