Yeah, so, yesterday David and I went to the saddest A’s game.
It started with an annoying Muni ride to Bart just to get to the game. The Vans Warped tour was going on, so the train was filled with drunk, sunburned, obnoxious people, including a woman who was treating the handrail like a stripper pole.
David: “OK, G-String Diva, we get it. Now, which one of your relatives touched you?”
At the game, the A’s lost 11-9, and A’s didn’t score those runs until the last two innings, so for most of the game the score was more like 3-0, 11-2, etc. Very disheartening.
Oh, look, it's the second inning at the Rockies already scored three runs.
I'm wearing my hat to the side cuz that's how the kids do it. Right?
Also, there was some sort of pre-game beer festival, which we didn’t know about. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love beer. What I don’t love though is completely smashed people when I’m not one of them. So, everywhere at the game were really drunk people acting a fool; yelling, grabbing each other, shoving, maybe looking for a fight. Sure, it makes for great people watching, but after a while it wears about as thin as their wife-beater tank tops.
Here’s a shot of my favorite drunk girls at the game:
“Oh my god! You know what would be, like, totally awesome? Let’s dress the same and get wasted at the beer festival before the A’s game. Then we can walk around the game, channeling our, like, inner Amy Winehouse with our wife-beater tank tops. … Hey, let’s stand in a really long food line and hang all over the poor, unsuspecting guy in front of us, who just really wants a barbecue pulled pork sandwich. … Wait, we’ve been in this line for like 20 minutes and I just realized that they don’t have nachos! OMG! I’m so wasted! I haven’t been this drunk since I agreed to be shot for ‘Girls Gone Wild.’ … Hey, after this we should go to that bar that we went to that one time and sing some karaoke. I’m in the mood to sing some Pink songs. … After that, I’m going to drink some more then I’m going to get mad at you for something stupid and yell at you. Then I will start crying and hugging you and telling you how much I love you. Then I’m going to hook up with some guy I don’t know, because I’m insecure and I think any male attention is good attention. Later, I will learn that I have chlamydia … again! … Hey, you know what would be awesome? If we got drunk before the Nickelback concert …“
So anyway, I think around the sixth or seventh inning, David decided the game was too depressing, so we hopping Bart to Berkeley and saw “Up” at the Shattuck. Wonderful movie. Certainly ranks up there with “Toy Story” and “The Incredibles” as one of Pixar’s best. I didn’t realize, though, that it would make me cry like a little girl. The first 15 minutes … I sobbed. SOBBED! I had to take my glasses off. I cried three or four times. I wasn’t expecting that. [UPDATE: I started talking about "Up" again the next day at lunch and starting crying again at the table.]
After the movie, we took Bart and then caught the T heading back to our hood. I think we got home by 12:30 a.m.
Sleeping on the T-train
4 Comments
June 28, 2009 at 5:51 pm
Saturday was a rough day to be on public transit. Michael and I caught BART back from a Wilco concert in Berkeley, along with several hundred of our fellow fans (cue packed train), stumbled onto a crowded bus full of people who had been waiting for about 45 minutes, and ran into another crowd pouring out of the Fillmore. And I guess there was this thing called Pride going on somewhere? And the Vans tour, and an A’s game…So yeah, good day to own a car, I guess.
June 28, 2009 at 5:53 pm
I own a car and thought public transportation was the way to go. D’oh!
June 28, 2009 at 6:00 pm
You’re welcome! Anytime you want tickets, I’m your man.
June 28, 2009 at 6:05 pm
Even though it was the saddest game ever, we still had a good time. Thanks, Joe!