bad hair day/ jays home opener
fuck it it’s a hat day.
that guy loved me. and you. if you don’t like me or the camera why are you looking directly into it? yes i understand the concept of stink-eye but now you are on the internet.
before all that at the skid bar, favourite people watching post. we even saw wayne go by (classic ICE COLD BEER seller, was fired last year for serving someone who looked under 25, didn’t card him. natch).
fil looks naked here.
pitt’s a full-fledged d-bag now hey. cigars? really? how is it being a cuban any sort of excuse? that’s the same IT’S VINTAGE justification fur jacket dinks give you.
if you were there what was this all about? we rolled in just as this was speeding away (slowly).
i had this in my sights lined-up real nice and then the little girl looks up at me (not that little at all actually if you get my drift and you probably don’t cos you are a vindictive asshole) gets scared i say oh just taking a picture of your balloon then she cock-blocks it wtf little girl i have feelings!
no that’s not the big J on fil’s shirt, layne staley drew it, yes it’s likely a depiction of jesus but more importantly who cares?
i have this annoying routine – grow nails out, apply polish, let it chip, rip off nails, start over.
haha hi chick.
michel and his banker buddy were told straight off the bat to SIT DOWN with boatloads of ‘tude from behind us which is a big mistake with these guys as it provided them with immature fodder for the rest of the game. every time someone stood up they’d obnoxiously mockingly whine SIIIIT DOWN ugh. we were even given our own special extra security to sit on the step beside our row. not even kidding. pitt said i have turned 35 over nite cos i was tsking my balls off. yeah i need to lighten up i guess.
well to be fair at one point i wandered off and bought a t-shirt for myself and fil (he returned his) that’s when you know i’m ripped (at a show, anywhere), i go buy expensive merchandise i don’t even want then i come back all proud feeling like i did the most generous thing ever here you go a shirt you didn’t ask for i love you.
i feel like this right now minus the forced jaw-grinding smile.
watch out king shit is here give some respect man that is one genuine, real deal, old school fan and that’s not even his seat he just plowed on down and sat for an inning, no biggie.
yeah yeah you get it.
howling hour at casey’s and my sweater matches the seat. they were not expecting the stampede of post game attendees. pitt had words with our waiter, i will leave it at that.
pornado topato. actually, tornado potato. there was no actual tornado this time around, just a bunch of chips thrown together in a big mess, and the dipping sauce wasn’t disgusting but it wasn’t not disgusting. i remember it being better last time though i might be referencing the onion dip from reposado.
here come a bunch of unnecessary shots of me figuring out a hat and my head, hair. complicated, apparently.
skid shirt i forgot about.
i didn’t even know there was a butterfly on it until i took this way flattering picture.
i did a bunch of arm exercises yesterday my brain is so frazzled right now i can’t even think of the word for them.
12-5 we did it, good game.