Fun With Big Barry
Last night's festivities included the Dodgers v. Giants game at Dodger Stadium with Hercules. What was supposed to be a romantic evening under the stars watching America's favorite past time in box seats ended up having a, er, slight deviation.
All week the weather in LA has been beautiful - sunny, 75, gorgeous. But yesterday, seeing as it was the first time in a long while that I had confirmed plans for an outdoor activity, it poured rain. Not good when attempting "hot" hair and makeup.
We arrived the the stadium early as we were both craving Dodgers dogs and we wanted plenty of time to settle in our seats and be well-equipped with bad beer and Dodger dogs before the first pitch was thrown. But, due to mother earth's opposing plans, the game started two hours late. And being the troopers were are, we stayed the whole time. It stopped raining a couple times and each time we walked to our seats, wiped them off with the excess stacks of napkins that I took from the condiment stations and within 2 minutes it would start pouring again. We couldn't help but laugh (and thank god I wore waterproof mascara).
Now you can just imagine that when the game finally started, almost three hours after the legal sale of beer began in the stadium, the remaining patrons were, let's just say, quite vocal. Their obnoxiousness made better with the fact that Barry Bonds was playing (and yes, the token blow-up pill bottle was tossed around the stadium).
We made it until the 8th inning (which came up on midnight) and then decided to listen to the rest of the game from the comfort of the Audi - complete with heated seats.
I have to admit though, that even though the weather didn't necessarily cooperate with us, we managed to laugh the entire evening - at and with each other. (He found it particularly amusing when I was trying to maintain my balance on wet concrete floors in Dior leather boots - but I did.)
I still feel a bit like he doesn't quite know what to do with me. I'm sure part of that is, well, no one usually does and also his whole desire to eventually move to Phoenix. And as for that, I've decided to go for it. Until he determines a finite date of moving (or decides to boot me to the curb), I'm going to give it a chance. He makes me smile - a lot. What happens will happen. But for right now, I'm enjoying him and the time we spend together. Can you really blame a girl?
All week the weather in LA has been beautiful - sunny, 75, gorgeous. But yesterday, seeing as it was the first time in a long while that I had confirmed plans for an outdoor activity, it poured rain. Not good when attempting "hot" hair and makeup.
We arrived the the stadium early as we were both craving Dodgers dogs and we wanted plenty of time to settle in our seats and be well-equipped with bad beer and Dodger dogs before the first pitch was thrown. But, due to mother earth's opposing plans, the game started two hours late. And being the troopers were are, we stayed the whole time. It stopped raining a couple times and each time we walked to our seats, wiped them off with the excess stacks of napkins that I took from the condiment stations and within 2 minutes it would start pouring again. We couldn't help but laugh (and thank god I wore waterproof mascara).
Now you can just imagine that when the game finally started, almost three hours after the legal sale of beer began in the stadium, the remaining patrons were, let's just say, quite vocal. Their obnoxiousness made better with the fact that Barry Bonds was playing (and yes, the token blow-up pill bottle was tossed around the stadium).
We made it until the 8th inning (which came up on midnight) and then decided to listen to the rest of the game from the comfort of the Audi - complete with heated seats.
I have to admit though, that even though the weather didn't necessarily cooperate with us, we managed to laugh the entire evening - at and with each other. (He found it particularly amusing when I was trying to maintain my balance on wet concrete floors in Dior leather boots - but I did.)
I still feel a bit like he doesn't quite know what to do with me. I'm sure part of that is, well, no one usually does and also his whole desire to eventually move to Phoenix. And as for that, I've decided to go for it. Until he determines a finite date of moving (or decides to boot me to the curb), I'm going to give it a chance. He makes me smile - a lot. What happens will happen. But for right now, I'm enjoying him and the time we spend together. Can you really blame a girl?
posted by Rach2LA @ 11:21 AM
1 Comments:
At 8:59 PM,
Anonymous said…
Ahhh, alas..a woman's heart still beats her head in a decision involving romances with a man. Who will pick up the pieces of your broken heart when Hercules moves away?
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