baseball
So, I got dragged into going to a baseball game on sunday with my grandpa and cousin and dad. My problem is that I can't say no to family. Same thing happened when I had to spend that weekend at my cousins house. Okay, so we had to go to my grandfathers house where, his lions club where all going and they were going to take a coach bus. First my cousin has never been on a coach bus so she was really excited. We got to my grandfathers house at 10:00am. We then had to go pick up my cousin and then go to the bus. I learned that the bus ride was going to be an hour and a half! I wanted to die! The whole bus ride was my cousin saying this: "Wow, and hour and a half, what do you want to talk about for an hour and a half? Do you know that in an hour and a half we'll be pulling into the statium? So, what do you want to talk about? Jeez Amanda we've got an hour and a half to take about whatever we want!" Lets just say I wanted to kill myself.
When we got to that place...and by that way, I have no fucking idea who played. We got to our seats, which seemed good. We were 4 rows behind home plate. And it began to rain, hard. As more people came in it was raining so hard that many people, including us had to put up umbrellas, so we couldnt really see much. Thats part of the reason why I didn't know who played, the other reason was because I didn't give a shit. The first inning was an hour! I have no idea why. I think cause they had to keep on sweeping the water out of the field, or so says my grandpa. By the second inning, even with the use of an umbrella I was still getting a little wet, and then getting terrible cold. By the third or the forth ining I was freezing and not feeling well anymore. My guess is that it had been 2hrs in rain?...since the game started. All while this was happening my cousin kept on asking all these baseball questions that I didn't know the answer to and was starting to get annoyed. I hope that she couldn't tell. She also wanted me to cheer, which I don't do, well that a lie. But I wasn't going to cheer when I was in a bad mood. At the 6th inning they called the game off and we got to ride and hour and a half home. On the ride home, I was able to get my own two seats and possible fall asleep, but just my luck the only family that came i was stuck infront of and their child cried the whole way home. Me, and the rest of the old people in their 50s where getting a little annoyed. I fake slept and then we got back to my grandmas house.
When we were going to leave everyone was outside except for me and my aunt, and she was taking to me. She told me about how when Melissa was in school last year she had to write an essay about who she admired most, and she wrote it about me. My aunt told me that she was going to mail me a copy because it was so cute.
Now, I feel guilty for being an asshole. And today I'm sick, a little kharma? I know, I've got more coming.
When we got to that place...and by that way, I have no fucking idea who played. We got to our seats, which seemed good. We were 4 rows behind home plate. And it began to rain, hard. As more people came in it was raining so hard that many people, including us had to put up umbrellas, so we couldnt really see much. Thats part of the reason why I didn't know who played, the other reason was because I didn't give a shit. The first inning was an hour! I have no idea why. I think cause they had to keep on sweeping the water out of the field, or so says my grandpa. By the second inning, even with the use of an umbrella I was still getting a little wet, and then getting terrible cold. By the third or the forth ining I was freezing and not feeling well anymore. My guess is that it had been 2hrs in rain?...since the game started. All while this was happening my cousin kept on asking all these baseball questions that I didn't know the answer to and was starting to get annoyed. I hope that she couldn't tell. She also wanted me to cheer, which I don't do, well that a lie. But I wasn't going to cheer when I was in a bad mood. At the 6th inning they called the game off and we got to ride and hour and a half home. On the ride home, I was able to get my own two seats and possible fall asleep, but just my luck the only family that came i was stuck infront of and their child cried the whole way home. Me, and the rest of the old people in their 50s where getting a little annoyed. I fake slept and then we got back to my grandmas house.
When we were going to leave everyone was outside except for me and my aunt, and she was taking to me. She told me about how when Melissa was in school last year she had to write an essay about who she admired most, and she wrote it about me. My aunt told me that she was going to mail me a copy because it was so cute.
Now, I feel guilty for being an asshole. And today I'm sick, a little kharma? I know, I've got more coming.