the indians game. it was hot, soo hot. we walked a lot, much to G's dismay in her four inch heels. and they lost. i tripped on a sidewalk crack and almost took G out. then G tripped as we started across the street and almost knocked me down. G was sad because no one was drinking but her, beer and 92 degrees just don't mix with me. in fact i think i had heat stroke, whatever that may actually be. guess i wasn't paying attention during ninth grade health class. i head a headache, i came home took two pills and passed out. G almost killed a child, though she would have been completely justified. the "lil' fucker" (her words) kicked the back of the chair next to hers the entire game. her initial plan was to remove his shoe and toss it onto the field. by the end of the game she was ready to throw the child over.

H: it's kids giveaway day today.
me: sweet! we get a free kid?
H: i don't think that's what it means.

H: i think he just said this was handicap parking only.
me: G quick, sit on one of your legs.
G: how does that look?
me: realistic, but now you have to commit to that for the rest of the day.

H: do we know where we're going?
G: i'm just following the masses, that always works for me.
me: isn't that what they did in waco, and jonestown? see how that turned out?

G: so what, are we speed walking here?
H: this is just my normal pace.
me: this is how i walk.
G: well can we slow it down? i have short legs.
G: yeah that's fine, just leave me here.

me: does anyone else find it disturbing that they just played a third eye blind song, that mentions someone going down for an hour, on kids day?