America's Past Time?

Another day, another adventure. I lounged about for half a day and then ran up to the mall with my gal pal, Mandy. She had to buy make-up and I needed something, anything, to put my hair up with so I would not be miserable at the ball game.

I have decided that long hair is my blessing and my curse. Apparently it is too beautiful to butcher off, but it is incredibly too hot and troublesome to deal with. Maybe I should just start a new trend in bald heads for women.

My fiance and I attended a Rangers game this evening. I am not really sure who dubbed baseball, "America's pastime," but I can think of ten gazillion things I would rather be doing. I mean no offense to the baseball enthusiasts out there. I guess everyone has to have his/her passions, but baseball will never be one of mine. (Unless of course my kid is in little league.) All I did at Ameriquest Field, the name was changed and I didn't get the memo, was stick to my seat (literally), wander aimlessly for a good fruit drink (alcoholic), and sweat till I stunk (women glisten-yeah right). I have yet to discover what is so fun and exciting about any of that. I even got all prettied up and had a positive mind set about tonight, but all that went to crap when the people organizing the event didn't have their stuff together. No matter how hectic things were or complicated they seemed to get, I always remember that if I had to plan anything in college, or even after, I had better have my "ducks in a row" or it would not be pleasant. There is not room for error when 12 people are supposed to meet for a required staff "fun night." That's right, my fiance's job forced people to socialize.

The first bright idea from this group was to meet at 5:30 P.M. on a Friday evening. I don't care what big city you live in, but rush hour will always be rush hour. Not to mention that the highway we had to take is under construction. We were only 20 minutes late which meant my fiance only cussed a little. To make it worse, the girl in charge that changed the time to 5:30 did not show up at our meeting place until 6:30 P.M.! And her excuse? Survey says: TRAFFIC! No poop Sherlock! (More cussing from my fiance happened about this time.)

I know this kind of stuff is especially frustrating for my fiance because he is older than the people in charge and could definitely do their jobs better, but he is still a student so he has to hold his tongue.

The drive back was rather peaceful and now I am going to scrub the nastiness that is suffocating my pores all over my face. I have to be at my fiance's at 7:30 A.M. for our Engagement Encounter Weekend, man I need some sleep.