yesterday

so we left at 5:32 to get to the game at 7:05. normally it takes a half hour to get there. well half hour. hour and a half. same difference. then we had to wait in line to exchange our tickets from the previous rain out. we didn't really think to leave earlier. we thought we'd get there plent early and we only made the decision to go at 5:15. or say the final decision to go. some people (Brian) are unsure if he wants to go or not. we were stuck in so much traffic that i got out and walked the rest of the way. Brian and jen had gotten in line and they were next by the time i got thre. actually they were next for awhile. they had been letting people get in front of them. i never walked so fast over the 6th street bridge. my exercise enduced asthma was kicking in. so then we're at the ticket booth and the guy is taking 8 years to exchange the tickets. he's trying to add and we can't figure out waht he's doing. he never says a word to us. he takes forever that peoople at the booths on both sides of us come and go and come and go in the time that we're there. so finally we got the tickets just as the game was starting. Dave still hadn't parked the car. JD still wasn't there. I gave Jen and Brian their tickets and let them go in while i'd wait. about 2 minutes later dave got there. eh said "ok lets' go" not realizing that I still had JD's ticket. so then he kind of offered to wait with me too but he kept talking about what he was missing. so he went in and i waited for JD. well JD and i were on opposite sides of the park once he got there. he walked to me even though i thought our seats were by him. oops i made him walk. i did tell him where our seats were. so then we finally go in and half to walk around half the park. we were a little late. then after the first inning dave and i got up to get food. it was a battle keeping the food from blowing away. it was too windy. so i didn't actually see a single play of the game until the 3rd or 4th inning. the guy in front of us got hit with some coleslaw from dave's sandwich, a few nochoes, and then with the fry box once it was empty. poor guy.

the pirates got 6 runs in one inning. we thought for sure they'd win. well then the other team got a grand slam later to tie it up (7-7) then the following inning they got 2 runs. uh o. then we got 1 run and in the 9th it looked like we were gonna get a homerun and we all stood up but the guy on the other team caught it right at the back wall. i'm not sure waht the other team was. it was some weird name i never heard of. ok i looked i up incase anyone is wondering. here's an actual article if you don't like my summary. oh here's a nice summary. i originally didn't know what kind of key word's to search for.

JD, Jen, Brian, Dave, and I went.

then afterwards we went to Brian's under the assumption that he lived right of Carson street and we were going to walk to a bar or something. well his right off carson street is like a mile up the hill off carson street. brian's place is such a dump; i can't believe he lives there. then we get down to the bar and wait in this line for like 15 minutes and as we're getting out our IDs dave realizes he doesn't have his wallet. so this is not good. so dave and i walk back up to get his wallet. i didn't think we'd go back down but dave was willing. i was shocked at this. then finally we got to the bar. JD was already drunk. some of Brian's roommates were there. i think the bar was called something like Carson City Saloon or other. so it was weird. the music was so loud. they played all these country songs that were new so i didn't know them. everyone else there knew them and shouted the lyrics. they sold beer out of tubs so you didn't have to go all the way over to the bar. that was hard work by the way. i got a rum and coke. it cost me 3.75. Brian complains about Jason and Haley being smoopy. well he was all over Jen at the bar. I still can't get over how short they are. a few of brian's roommates were there. i only remember the name of "mikey." that guy was pretty nice. aka he actually talked to me so i could hear him. i think it was his birthday week so they were celebrating. he told me they normally call brian "B R Y A N" but tonight if you did that you can to buy a round of drinks. they were calling him my different woman's names. i'm not sure how that came about. it was done in the walk back to dave's car to get his license.

my drink was too strong for me to drink quickly. i say this because after less than a half hour dave said he was getting a headache and was going to leave w/o me so i had to finish my drink. that wasn't happening. so then i gave it to JD. i don't know if he really drank it or not. but you can't waste alcohol. then we made the trek back up the hill. on our way on carson street we saw a cop pull someone over. i'm nto sure what the guy was doing. then there were 4 cop cars down past 18th on carson and i'm not sure what was going on there. they were blocking a lane of traffic so a cop was there directing. this was at 1:30. then walking up 18th we saw a car coming down teh road. it might have been a tad fast but i'm not sure. and a cop pulled him over. so when we drove out of south side we made sure to obey all laws since we didn't even notice the other guys doing anything wrong. going back down the hill, the cop was at the car of the guy he pulled over (it was like 10 minutes prior that he actually pulled him over). they are kind of blocking the lane of traffic so we had to go into the other lane to pass them. this was at a light. just as we are doing this the cop backs away from the car and more into the road. i think he was asking to be hit. but we didn't do it. all the walking made my shins hurt.

we got home a little after 2 and went right to sleep. dave said he wouldn't cuddle with me because my hair smelled like smoke. i had such an awful nights sleep. i woke up every 5 minutes or so since 8 so at 10 i decided to just get out of bed.

(i tried to make this detailed so when i scrapbook the pictures from this day, the story is already written. too bad i didn't take out typos or anything)