giants vs dodgers with some borat for good measure.
It wasn't all that exciting of a week, as usual, but it was even weirder since Marc (boss) was on vacation one day, Jennifer has switched to three days a week, and the salespeople went on vacation Wednesday. So mom and I manned the fort alone part of the week. Calls didn't come in as much as usual but that was neither good nor bad. It was just a few days sandwiched between two weekends.
Sabbath, Mom and I went to church together. It was a much better weekend to go since a lot more friends had come, and a lot of my mom's contacts were there too. Some guys from PUC had come down (to visit Kristen mostly) but it was nice to meet them. I saw Nicholas finally and got to talk with him completely in Spanish too. (He's the one with a Chilean girlfriend who's never taken a Spanish class, yet is practically fluent.) Didn't do much the rest of day, but it's always nice to relax.
Today was a baseball game. Boaz had given me a heads up for the game two months ago and after lots of flip-flopping between going today and tomorrow, he bought tickets for today. Only there was some miscommunication and only four of us could go. But no matter, it's how the cookie crumbled. So at 11am, Boaz, Ricky and James came to pick me up. Boaz graduated a year behind me, Ricky and I graduated together and he dated Kristen for almost a year, James and I knew each other though didn't hang out freshman year and he's good friends with Boaz and Ricky. So that's how we ended up hanging for the day.
Pre-game, we stopped at Safeway and got some vittles. Fruit-by-the-foot and peanuts for Ricky, applesauce for Boaz (he just had his wisdom teeth out) and a sandwich for James, leaving me to mooch off whoever. The applesauce was actually strawberry sauce and not very good, but it was good filler, along with peanuts during the exciting game. It was Giants vs. Dodgers--the rivalry--so quite the crazy game, and a great one to sit in the 7th row bleachers for. Barry Bonds was right in front of us! It was pretty much a tie until the 8th inning, when the Giants scored two runs, putting them ahead and after the Dodgers struck out top of the 9th without scoring, the game was over. Pretty neat.
My high school had gone to the same game for a banquet so I saw some of my brother's classmates and teachers, but they were in a different section entirely, so it was shortlived. But it's not like we were lacking for entertainment--Ricky is one giant laugh in himself. He talked to people all around us and was just a goon all day, and James and Boaz go along with it entirely. When Rickles and Boaz disappeared to try out the Coca-Cola slide, James and I had a whole music discussion, since he's quite the music geek himself. (His reputation usually precedes him at PUC as 'the bass player' though he claims his heart is with the guitar.) The game ended after about 2.5 hours, and we were outta there.
It took a long time to get out of town, which seems to happen every time I'm in the city. I think it's a general rule that one uses a map going into the city, but act like he knows the way and gets lost on the way out of the city. At one point we passed a Chinese restaurant and James was like, "Are we entering Chinatown?" Boaz and I thought that was a dumb assumption to make, so when I saw a Mexican restaurant, I said, "Hey, are we entering Mexicantown?" And James retorted, "Hey, there's a Volvo dealership, are we entering Europetown?" hahaha. We didn't remain lost for long though, and even so, we listened to some jams and had a lot of laughs so it was ok.
Borat jokes were tossed around all day, as has become the norm with a lot of my friends. Apparently, James' round compass on the dashboard is a titanium ball floating in gypsy tears.
When we passed a trolley truck there were a bunch of preteen kids on it, and Ricky rolled down his window and shouted, "You're number one!" and flipped them off. I was as shocked as the little girl whose mouth dropped open, but it was a pretty funny, spontaneous act, albeit impolite.
Stopped at In-N-Out on the way home, which is always a good way to punctuate an eventful day. I'd ordered a burger and shake, but the shake machine broke down, so that was a bummer (though they fixed it right before we left). So to help me feel better, James offered me some fries a la airplane, making the motor sound and everything, hovering the fries right in front of my mouth until I ate them. Gosh, how lame, but how funny!
Our last stop was REI since James had to pick up a coat that had been repaired. We still had one cup of applesauce that no one wanted to eat, so on the way into the parking lot, Ricky rolled down the window and threw the cup straight down to see it splatter. Only, it didn't. So he picked it up and at a red light after leaving REI, he opened the door and put it on the ground right in front of James' back tiire. We heard it splat as we rolled away--"Ew it sounded gushy!"--and laughed, stupidly like it was the funniest thing that happened all day. The joy they find in such miniscule things sometimes HAS to be one of the reasons I like hanging with guys so much. Take that as a compliment, all you guys out there. =D
And to top off the day, I received an unsolicited compliment from my dad's best friend. Sam and Dad have been friends practically since I was born so he's watched me grow up, but he was over when the guys showed up and after waving a quick hello-goodbye, I got in the car. When I got home tonight, Dad said that as we were pulling out of the driveway, Sam turned to him and said, "She could be a model." What a nice thing to hear, especially from man my uncles' age who isn't actually related and expected to flattering me. =)
So that was my fun-filled SF adventure.
Me, Boaz, Ricky above, James below.
Sabbath, Mom and I went to church together. It was a much better weekend to go since a lot more friends had come, and a lot of my mom's contacts were there too. Some guys from PUC had come down (to visit Kristen mostly) but it was nice to meet them. I saw Nicholas finally and got to talk with him completely in Spanish too. (He's the one with a Chilean girlfriend who's never taken a Spanish class, yet is practically fluent.) Didn't do much the rest of day, but it's always nice to relax.
Today was a baseball game. Boaz had given me a heads up for the game two months ago and after lots of flip-flopping between going today and tomorrow, he bought tickets for today. Only there was some miscommunication and only four of us could go. But no matter, it's how the cookie crumbled. So at 11am, Boaz, Ricky and James came to pick me up. Boaz graduated a year behind me, Ricky and I graduated together and he dated Kristen for almost a year, James and I knew each other though didn't hang out freshman year and he's good friends with Boaz and Ricky. So that's how we ended up hanging for the day.
Pre-game, we stopped at Safeway and got some vittles. Fruit-by-the-foot and peanuts for Ricky, applesauce for Boaz (he just had his wisdom teeth out) and a sandwich for James, leaving me to mooch off whoever. The applesauce was actually strawberry sauce and not very good, but it was good filler, along with peanuts during the exciting game. It was Giants vs. Dodgers--the rivalry--so quite the crazy game, and a great one to sit in the 7th row bleachers for. Barry Bonds was right in front of us! It was pretty much a tie until the 8th inning, when the Giants scored two runs, putting them ahead and after the Dodgers struck out top of the 9th without scoring, the game was over. Pretty neat.
My high school had gone to the same game for a banquet so I saw some of my brother's classmates and teachers, but they were in a different section entirely, so it was shortlived. But it's not like we were lacking for entertainment--Ricky is one giant laugh in himself. He talked to people all around us and was just a goon all day, and James and Boaz go along with it entirely. When Rickles and Boaz disappeared to try out the Coca-Cola slide, James and I had a whole music discussion, since he's quite the music geek himself. (His reputation usually precedes him at PUC as 'the bass player' though he claims his heart is with the guitar.) The game ended after about 2.5 hours, and we were outta there.
It took a long time to get out of town, which seems to happen every time I'm in the city. I think it's a general rule that one uses a map going into the city, but act like he knows the way and gets lost on the way out of the city. At one point we passed a Chinese restaurant and James was like, "Are we entering Chinatown?" Boaz and I thought that was a dumb assumption to make, so when I saw a Mexican restaurant, I said, "Hey, are we entering Mexicantown?" And James retorted, "Hey, there's a Volvo dealership, are we entering Europetown?" hahaha. We didn't remain lost for long though, and even so, we listened to some jams and had a lot of laughs so it was ok.
Borat jokes were tossed around all day, as has become the norm with a lot of my friends. Apparently, James' round compass on the dashboard is a titanium ball floating in gypsy tears.
When we passed a trolley truck there were a bunch of preteen kids on it, and Ricky rolled down his window and shouted, "You're number one!" and flipped them off. I was as shocked as the little girl whose mouth dropped open, but it was a pretty funny, spontaneous act, albeit impolite.
Stopped at In-N-Out on the way home, which is always a good way to punctuate an eventful day. I'd ordered a burger and shake, but the shake machine broke down, so that was a bummer (though they fixed it right before we left). So to help me feel better, James offered me some fries a la airplane, making the motor sound and everything, hovering the fries right in front of my mouth until I ate them. Gosh, how lame, but how funny!
Our last stop was REI since James had to pick up a coat that had been repaired. We still had one cup of applesauce that no one wanted to eat, so on the way into the parking lot, Ricky rolled down the window and threw the cup straight down to see it splatter. Only, it didn't. So he picked it up and at a red light after leaving REI, he opened the door and put it on the ground right in front of James' back tiire. We heard it splat as we rolled away--"Ew it sounded gushy!"--and laughed, stupidly like it was the funniest thing that happened all day. The joy they find in such miniscule things sometimes HAS to be one of the reasons I like hanging with guys so much. Take that as a compliment, all you guys out there. =D
And to top off the day, I received an unsolicited compliment from my dad's best friend. Sam and Dad have been friends practically since I was born so he's watched me grow up, but he was over when the guys showed up and after waving a quick hello-goodbye, I got in the car. When I got home tonight, Dad said that as we were pulling out of the driveway, Sam turned to him and said, "She could be a model." What a nice thing to hear, especially from man my uncles' age who isn't actually related and expected to flattering me. =)
So that was my fun-filled SF adventure.
Me, Boaz, Ricky above, James below.