The baseball game was really fun yesterday. It went back and forth for the first 8 innings and then ended up in a tie. Going into the bottom of the 10th the Phillies had their 2, 3 and 4 hitters up. After what I believe to be 1 single, and 2 walks the bases were loaded. The winning run was walked home, and the Phillies win. The seats were really great. I meant to take a picture, but between thoughts bouncing off the walls of my skull, drunks who couldn't get enough of wanting to fight each other, and being captivated by the sights and smells of the game of baseball, I couldn't remember to take a picture. Oh well... those seats might be tossed into my lap again... I can take a picture then.
I've realized over the past couple of weeks that drunk people are especially irritating when you're not one of them. Even friends sometimes dance on my last nerve when they're shitty. It's really like watching someone transform into a stumbling, incoherent monster. Guys get all grabby with girls, feel the need to have a conversation about 16 inches from your face, say the stupid, laugh at the unfunny, and generally provide me with a feeling of disgust. Perfect case and point was yesterday at the ballgame. Some drunken dickhead throws a bottle at someone he doesn't know... repeatedly. When he's finally confronted he gets all butt-hurt that someone could accuse him of something of that sort. Pushing, shoving, F You's, F Him's all get started and next think you know it's s a drunken dick contest. Security comes down, young kids threaten an older gentleman... all over a couple of beers and the instant desire to be a total jackass. I can totally deal without any kind of drama in my life that I don't create, and don't understand someones need to create their own hostile situation... but, maybe that's part of drinking and sports that I gladly don't understand.
Justin and Cole are probably one of the cutest couples ever. I always had this thought (I'm not sure why) that when my friends would go off, get married, and make a baby that I was all of a sudden going to be faced with the task of watching my friends change into different people. In the case of 4 friends, i couldn't have been more wrong. They're the same damn fun loving bunch of dorks they were when I met them 10+ years ago. I'm very excited to see Pat, Kristen and Kyle on Saturday... I haven't seen them in what feels like ages... it's probably been ages.
Mike and I shared a couple of things yesterday that kind of got my brain in a knot. We both hate losing. At anything. Ever. Mike won't even play the game (read: compete) if he thinks he's going to lose. We are both also in positions where we don't show a huge level of excitement. People always think we're miserable as a result. So... by that line of thought... when we are miserable, or upset about something, no one would know to ask. Pretty strange. I don't know that in the ~30 years I've been milling around that I've ever been easily excitable. I think it alienates people sometimes... but the people I've let in to my life know the difference in the way I carry myself when something is wrong... everyone else thinks I'm just a pretty bland, dull guy... sometimes they're not wrong.
On the way home last night Mike and I got the "we need to eat nachos, NOW" bug. We stopped at the grocery store and bought all the required goodies. I forgot peppers, which kind of pissed me off because I think a good pepper is the cornerstone of kickass nachos. When I got home there was a girl waiting on my couch... we watched a butchered version of Wedding Crashers, then moved onto Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I fell asleep during the latter. She took off around 4:30a and I went to sleep.
This weekend has been a total success.
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I think the last time we hung out you were clutching a McFadden's receipt for 7 Gin and Tonics and using strong language in front of my father while enduring monsoon like conditions. It was all sorts of fun.
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