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Remind me that I should just give up on eating stadium food. Ugh.
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taogrl and I had fun at the game. I was a bit sleepy, and still am. We started the game off with Mike's Hard Lemonade, acquired food that was all too bad for us, and began to watch the game.
taogrl is well on her project to take bad pictures with a cheap camera. I had my little elph with me too. I began to play a variation of the "yours and mine" game.
Recall that the game is played thusly:
-All the good looking people are "mine".
-All the freaks are "yours".
-First one to inform their cherished friend about the missing link that is their new mate wins the round.
This time, I put my camera to good use. I was taking pictures of the audience, and zoomed in on a concession vendor a few sections away. Finally she asked me what I was doing.
Me, showing picture on camera: See this guy here?
Her: Yeah.
Me: He's yours
Her: Dammit!
Good times.
The game went over 10 innings. There were fireworks, but I was starting to sense a gastronomical rebellion, so we left. For a moment, as we passed the river, I briefly considered tossing some chum into the river.
taogrl and I had fun at the game. I was a bit sleepy, and still am. We started the game off with Mike's Hard Lemonade, acquired food that was all too bad for us, and began to watch the game. taogrl is well on her project to take bad pictures with a cheap camera. I had my little elph with me too. I began to play a variation of the "yours and mine" game.Recall that the game is played thusly:
-All the good looking people are "mine".
-All the freaks are "yours".
-First one to inform their cherished friend about the missing link that is their new mate wins the round.
This time, I put my camera to good use. I was taking pictures of the audience, and zoomed in on a concession vendor a few sections away. Finally she asked me what I was doing.
Me, showing picture on camera: See this guy here?
Her: Yeah.
Me: He's yours
Her: Dammit!
Good times.
The game went over 10 innings. There were fireworks, but I was starting to sense a gastronomical rebellion, so we left. For a moment, as we passed the river, I briefly considered tossing some chum into the river.