Uno

Yeah so this first post is supposed to be awesomely spectacular and all that but for some reason I have the sneaking suspicion that it won't be anything but me rambling on and on about how bad it is.

I'm gonna try my best to keep this from being the usual daily account that most people keep. You know, the "I got up, got in the shower, brushed my teeth" crap that people feel the need to infect the internet with.(I've taken some heat for this so, for the record, I'm joking)

Now that that's out of the way, here are the highlights of the past weekend....

Friday:
I watched the O's crush the Yankees at Camden Yards. After the game me and the Crew went back to NDM for a lesson in Texas Hold 'Em. It was entertaining to say the least.


The Crew



Saturday:
Well after I passed out at NDM I had to get up at 9 am to drive back to "UMBilical Cord", as my dad calls it, so I could go to work. Work = event staff at the school sporting events. I had about 4 hours of sleep but that was complimented well by the 600+ people that came out to see the men lax team's last home game (there's a hint of sarcasm here).

One thing did make me laugh though....

I had to ask this guy who was trying to pick up his complimentary ticket for his driver's license. I thought the guy said "I need to get my wallet", which is typical for the people that come (for some reason they leave their wallets in their cars because they get free tickets even though they KNOW they will be IDed). Anyway....where was I?

Oh yeah, so the guy really said "I need YOU to get my wallet". He had walked away from the ticket window so I assumed he was going to his car. Wrong. He was walking around the ticket booth and straight into it. He practically entered the booth ass first, and started to say something about how he needed me to get his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans because he "had a sprained wrist and carpal tunnel syndrome" and couldn't reach his pocket.

Now I have to be honest I was a little disturbed and caught off guard so I just said "No, that's ok". That seemed to work. I just gave the guy his ticket. I remember saying to Justin "It's a good day, not even 12 yet and I've already been molested."

All I could think about all day were things related to that guy. Like, "Did he really have surgery?", "If he's telling the truth then how in the hell did he get his wallet in that pocket?", "Did someone help him get it there?", "If they did, why did he have them put somewhere that he couldn't get to it?".....

I came to the conclusion that the guy was trying to get me to grab his ass. That seems like the most reasonable explanation. Don't you think?