Last night I went to my second baseball game ever. I was reluctant at first but soon accepted that you can't have a bad time when you're drinking beer and shooting the shit with your friends. Oh and eating hot-fudge sundaes, mmmm.
The only person in our section who paid much attention to the field was a lonely-looking guy who dispassionately recorded every detail on a white score sheet. Pauvre, pauvre.
The only person in our section who paid much attention to the field was a lonely-looking guy who dispassionately recorded every detail on a white score sheet. Pauvre, pauvre.
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thee independent show is gonna be really cool. i'm glad you are going! bring the twinster... she's so cool. we might have matching lipstick!