Oh Os
So funny story. As most of you know I'm a Orioles baseball fan and over the summer I managed to change my ringtone to their theme song. "Orioles Magic" is this super campy song written in the 70s ( My ringtone starts at around 54 sec ) and is, well, loud and outdated. My cell phone naturally has the tendency to go off at embarrassing junctures, like tonight during a "tense" part of the movie, "The Day the Earth Stood Still (horrible movie, not worth the money even to mock) So I end up doing that awkward cell phone pat down where in the rush to find and silence the damn thing you can't remember where the hell you put it. Jacket pocket? Pants pocket? Purse pocket? Outside pocket? On the fucking floor?
The worse however was this summer. We were lucky enough to attend a Legg Mason quarter finals match, the annual tennis tournament in DC. Andy Roddick vs some European I'd never heard of. Nice seats courtside too, since my dad is friends with the guy who brought the tournament to DC. Roddick breezes through the first set. Utterly destroys the guy. Second set it starts getting interesting. Mr. Unpronounceable Name starts fighting back and Roddick (like he always does) self-destructs and suddenly its 5-5 in games. Tennis stars are a bit like golf stars in that they demand silence especially for the serve so naturally just as Mr. Europe is tossing up the ball, my cell goes off and ORIOLES MAGIC blares out. Awesome. I panic, rummage through my purse, can't find, dump my purse, items flying out, still can't find it, and finally resign myself to utter humiliation as I wait for the ringing to stop. Ugh. Where is it? Pocket of course.
Oh Orioles. I do love you but you are horrendously embarrassing.
The worse however was this summer. We were lucky enough to attend a Legg Mason quarter finals match, the annual tennis tournament in DC. Andy Roddick vs some European I'd never heard of. Nice seats courtside too, since my dad is friends with the guy who brought the tournament to DC. Roddick breezes through the first set. Utterly destroys the guy. Second set it starts getting interesting. Mr. Unpronounceable Name starts fighting back and Roddick (like he always does) self-destructs and suddenly its 5-5 in games. Tennis stars are a bit like golf stars in that they demand silence especially for the serve so naturally just as Mr. Europe is tossing up the ball, my cell goes off and ORIOLES MAGIC blares out. Awesome. I panic, rummage through my purse, can't find, dump my purse, items flying out, still can't find it, and finally resign myself to utter humiliation as I wait for the ringing to stop. Ugh. Where is it? Pocket of course.
Oh Orioles. I do love you but you are horrendously embarrassing.