Astonishingly, the shirt survived Indian buffet, a tot decorated with chocolate ice cream, and the purple goop one can put in your hair with nary a mark. !!! My jeans, however, did suffer a good dollop of chocolate ice cream, not from the Maw, but from her big sister, Geeklet. I love them so much.
There's more roller derby this weekend (Saturday night). It's in the big rink at University of Pennsylvania this time, so I won't have to worry about sitting on the floor. I think the rear of the jeans I wore last time, to the Armory, might be clean again now, after a lot of Shout and two washings.