Effing Tribe

Monday Night Baseball date with #1. Started with dinner at the Terrace Club and he scored some awesome seats that were soooo rudely interrupted by storm clouds and oh yeah, the Indians sucking a big one.

Always a pleasant Jacobs Field experience when more cheers are yelled for the opposing team and the drunkards (myself included) are booing Johnson. Seriously. Sit him down. Shut him up. Take his $3 million and flush it down the toilet because he will not be associated with close to whatever run this team has left for any sort of pennant/championship/series chase. What a pathetic disply of baseball-manship on part of the Tribe. Here a Cub. There a Cub. Everywhere a Cubs fan. They were the only ones left at the stadium after the rain delay. And Hell-Yeah, I left too. I had some beers keeping cold for me over at the Boneyard.

Starting this weekend, I’m back on my Reds wagon. Okay, well, I’m trying one more time tonight with the “good guys.”

I grilled #1 a bit on dating questions and that whole bit. I asked if he was interested in knowing anything about me. I think it was a good “getting-to-know-you-better” conversation. We interrupt this program with a special announcement…

Random bathroom stall conversation:
Door #1: Does it mean I’ll be hungover if my pee is bright yellow.
Door #2: I dunno. But mine’s flourescent.
Door #3: (I have to look now) Mine’s clear… what does that mean?

Maybe that means I haven’t had enough beer to drink. I don’t lie. This was an actual ladies’ room bathroom stall interaction. I laughed when I arrived at the sinks where we turned our conversation over to Britney Spears/K-Fed/Dateline gossip.

Returned to my date and I suggested we take a walk around downtown seeing as the rain had passed and it was perfect temperatures (and I may or may not have skipped my workout… again). What an awesome idea! I wish there were more signs of life downtown at night time. We walked and talked the path down E. 9th straight to the Rock Hall and wandered around the piers and the skatepark and the science museum before being asked to leave by a parking attendant… then took our return trip down Euclid and the E. 4th alley back to the ballpark. That was a perfect end of an evening.

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