Oh how I long to be in Mexico...
A week ago, I was sitting on a warm, sunny beach in Mexico drinking rum punch. A week later, I am eating my lunch at my desk at work. Ugggh.
Rachel and I drove up to Baltimore last night to see the Yankees vs Orioles game. On the way up, we saw hundreds of cicadas. Apparantly they have surfaced in large numbers in Maryland. Still haven't heard or seen any by my house, but they were definitly out in bunches in Maryland. They were so loud at one point that they were louder than the radio playing in Rachels car. We had the windows up, the AC on and the radio on and could still hear them. There were also a lot of dead ones around the outside of Camden Yards.
The Yankees game was cool, but long. In the top of the 3rd inning the skies opened and it poured and thundered and lightninged for about 45 minutes. That experience was one of the worst I've ever experienced. People are just rude. We walked out back near the consession stands to get out of the rain. Little kids were running wild, stepping on our feet. Adults were shoving and pushing. Pathetic adults were lighting up and blowing cigarette smoke in everyones face. People were yelling and spilling drinks. At one point one drunken idiot with mustard all over his shirt came walking through the crowd. Lucky for me, most of the mustard on his shirt he must have wiped off on other people. If he would have gotten mustard on my Don Mattingly jersey, I swear I would have spent the night in jail. It was hot, crowded and smokey. I was so close to just leaving at that point. But luckily we stuck it out and the game resumed. Got to see Alex Rodriguez hit a three run home run, saw a rare Derek Jeter RBI single and got to see John Leiber pitch a beautiful game. So it made it all worth it. But the experience re-established that I hate crowds!!!!
Last week while in Mexico, Rachel and I relaxed quietly on a lounge chair and enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere. Then the three jackasses showed up. Why is it that there is always a group of middle aged guys who feel the need to toss around a football on the beach? Not only were they splashing and kicking sand everywhere like a bunch of fools, they were screaming the entire time. I just don't understand how some people were raised. Didn't their parents teach them any manners? Don't they realize that people are on vacation and want to relax? They don't want to get hit in the head by a footballs or hear you yelling and screaming. Don't parents tell little kids that when they run into someone, or step on their feet that they are supposed to say sorry or excuse me? The future of America is scary....
Rachel and I drove up to Baltimore last night to see the Yankees vs Orioles game. On the way up, we saw hundreds of cicadas. Apparantly they have surfaced in large numbers in Maryland. Still haven't heard or seen any by my house, but they were definitly out in bunches in Maryland. They were so loud at one point that they were louder than the radio playing in Rachels car. We had the windows up, the AC on and the radio on and could still hear them. There were also a lot of dead ones around the outside of Camden Yards.
The Yankees game was cool, but long. In the top of the 3rd inning the skies opened and it poured and thundered and lightninged for about 45 minutes. That experience was one of the worst I've ever experienced. People are just rude. We walked out back near the consession stands to get out of the rain. Little kids were running wild, stepping on our feet. Adults were shoving and pushing. Pathetic adults were lighting up and blowing cigarette smoke in everyones face. People were yelling and spilling drinks. At one point one drunken idiot with mustard all over his shirt came walking through the crowd. Lucky for me, most of the mustard on his shirt he must have wiped off on other people. If he would have gotten mustard on my Don Mattingly jersey, I swear I would have spent the night in jail. It was hot, crowded and smokey. I was so close to just leaving at that point. But luckily we stuck it out and the game resumed. Got to see Alex Rodriguez hit a three run home run, saw a rare Derek Jeter RBI single and got to see John Leiber pitch a beautiful game. So it made it all worth it. But the experience re-established that I hate crowds!!!!
Last week while in Mexico, Rachel and I relaxed quietly on a lounge chair and enjoyed the relaxing atmosphere. Then the three jackasses showed up. Why is it that there is always a group of middle aged guys who feel the need to toss around a football on the beach? Not only were they splashing and kicking sand everywhere like a bunch of fools, they were screaming the entire time. I just don't understand how some people were raised. Didn't their parents teach them any manners? Don't they realize that people are on vacation and want to relax? They don't want to get hit in the head by a footballs or hear you yelling and screaming. Don't parents tell little kids that when they run into someone, or step on their feet that they are supposed to say sorry or excuse me? The future of America is scary....
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