The Birthday Deal
So yesterday I did not go to the game because it would have involved the train. The train would spoil my good day (although spending four hours in meetings yesterday wasn't exactly on my list of things I wished I could do). Anyway, I went out for some tequila. It was quite good. Sadly, my companion found something other than tequila in her margarita. That's right, instead of a worm, a nice piece of glass was in her drink. The manager came over and my birthday meal was free. A meal I might add that we shared because we're cheap.Then came the part where I almost killed my date. She told the waiter it was my day and they made me wear a hat that's going to give me lice and announced my name and how old I was (I turned 25 yesterday. Yep, I'm totally 25) and they sang. The manager? He danced a jig. Since I was the only one with cash, I left the tip.
I got home. Joe jacked a homerun and Bartlett sent me to bed with his game winning single. And to all of the losers who left the stadium in the ninth - What the hell? It's a one run game against the Kansas City Bullpen and the best hitter in baseball is coming to the plate. You suck.
posted by E @7:44 AM