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Okay, so, the Mets game on Sunday. Long story short, it was a whole bunch of me pulling the stubborn mule who is my father along, but we enjoyed what we could of the game. We had to leave in the eighth inning to beat the crowd -- on account of Dad's bad knee -- so of course the Mets tied it in the ninth! They went on to collapse completely in the twelfth though; going back to the eighth of the month, they've lost twelve of their last thirteen (swept by the Braves, swept by the Dodgers, and swept by the league-leading Nationals twice), and dropped below .500 for the first time all season (they're currently four under). Fucking yikes.
What was worse was getting carted all around Queens.... Augh. So even though he made a fuss to get out the door, Dad stopped halfway down the walk because he got a message: someone at his Legion post died and they were having a wake that night. But he stared at the message FOREVER. Um, excuse me? Weren't you just rushing me out of the house and now you wanna take your time? Rude. So after the game, because of the high volume of cars, there were traffic officers directing. Makes sense, and I wasn't fazed. Dad, naturally, started whining.
I mean, I get it, Dad. You're old and set in your ways. But shit, did you really think there weren't going to be traffic cops? It's not like you've never driven to a sporting event before.
So we got directed onto a certain highway (which was the only way to go), and Dad immediately got off, turned around, and went on a different highway (that had heavier traffic). We actually went down, around, and back up, when it would have been easier to stay on the first highway, and come down a tad. But no, that's far too logical, and I was "mouthing off" for having suggested it! And so we get to the Legion. He said he had to get one thing, so it should have been an in-and-out deal, right? Nope! Forty minutes in there, and I couldn't stay because the people inside were smoking. I had to sweat my ass off in the car (because the AC was being weird. WTF it's literally a brand-new car) instead, but at least I got to listen to the game on the radio?
Should have stayed at the game by myself. Not that I could read that mangled mess I tried to call my scorecard!
Dad's not having his surgery this week, by the way. He went to the doctor last Monday and everything was fine, but that night, he started feeling pain in his abdomen. Went back to the doctor and WHOOPS he's got gallstones, so his gallbladder needs to come out before they can fix up his knee. *sigh* Poor Dad.
Then on Monday, one of my favorite Rangers got traded (I have no bromances left. I guess Ike and Dan will have to do?). Augh, and to a Western Conference team, too, so I'll almost never see him! Later that night, I had an awful headache. Came out of nowhere and didn't quit. I was down for the count. It must have carried over into yesterday because even though I felt better physically, I was not in the mood to do anything at all. I was mopey for no reason: nothing interested me, I didn't even eat. Glad that episode's over, though.
Today, cleaning my room and starting a card game project (oh it's so lame) were on the agenda. Tomorrow, I'll start out with a trip to the bank (my credit card is due, and I need money for the con besides), and then I'll finish packing. I'm not really bringing anything fancy except for Liechtenstein; really, I plan on just bumming around in the condo all weekend when I don't have to buy things or check out Laura's panel. ... I should get my schedule together tomorrow, shouldn't I? Es is picking me up around seven, and we're driving straight down. We should get to the condo around midnight, maybe before with a little luck.
Matt's getting married in less than three weeks. ... Wow, that was a surreal sentence.
I promise I'm not neglecting anyone who's left reading this blog, I just really have nothing interesting to say (and then you get digests like this that make me seem a liar, lol). Sorry!
What was worse was getting carted all around Queens.... Augh. So even though he made a fuss to get out the door, Dad stopped halfway down the walk because he got a message: someone at his Legion post died and they were having a wake that night. But he stared at the message FOREVER. Um, excuse me? Weren't you just rushing me out of the house and now you wanna take your time? Rude. So after the game, because of the high volume of cars, there were traffic officers directing. Makes sense, and I wasn't fazed. Dad, naturally, started whining.
I mean, I get it, Dad. You're old and set in your ways. But shit, did you really think there weren't going to be traffic cops? It's not like you've never driven to a sporting event before.
So we got directed onto a certain highway (which was the only way to go), and Dad immediately got off, turned around, and went on a different highway (that had heavier traffic). We actually went down, around, and back up, when it would have been easier to stay on the first highway, and come down a tad. But no, that's far too logical, and I was "mouthing off" for having suggested it! And so we get to the Legion. He said he had to get one thing, so it should have been an in-and-out deal, right? Nope! Forty minutes in there, and I couldn't stay because the people inside were smoking. I had to sweat my ass off in the car (because the AC was being weird. WTF it's literally a brand-new car) instead, but at least I got to listen to the game on the radio?
Should have stayed at the game by myself. Not that I could read that mangled mess I tried to call my scorecard!
Dad's not having his surgery this week, by the way. He went to the doctor last Monday and everything was fine, but that night, he started feeling pain in his abdomen. Went back to the doctor and WHOOPS he's got gallstones, so his gallbladder needs to come out before they can fix up his knee. *sigh* Poor Dad.
Then on Monday, one of my favorite Rangers got traded (I have no bromances left. I guess Ike and Dan will have to do?). Augh, and to a Western Conference team, too, so I'll almost never see him! Later that night, I had an awful headache. Came out of nowhere and didn't quit. I was down for the count. It must have carried over into yesterday because even though I felt better physically, I was not in the mood to do anything at all. I was mopey for no reason: nothing interested me, I didn't even eat. Glad that episode's over, though.
Today, cleaning my room and starting a card game project (oh it's so lame) were on the agenda. Tomorrow, I'll start out with a trip to the bank (my credit card is due, and I need money for the con besides), and then I'll finish packing. I'm not really bringing anything fancy except for Liechtenstein; really, I plan on just bumming around in the condo all weekend when I don't have to buy things or check out Laura's panel. ... I should get my schedule together tomorrow, shouldn't I? Es is picking me up around seven, and we're driving straight down. We should get to the condo around midnight, maybe before with a little luck.
Matt's getting married in less than three weeks. ... Wow, that was a surreal sentence.
I promise I'm not neglecting anyone who's left reading this blog, I just really have nothing interesting to say (and then you get digests like this that make me seem a liar, lol). Sorry!
