Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

It Came From His Pants

After a brutal round of physical therapy yesterday (if my ankle had an ass it would've been kicked) I went to the Nats v. Dodgers game with Katie. I was looking forward to it for two reasons. 1 - I am not a Dodger fan so it would have been doubly nice to see the Nats win over them. 2 - Katie just got back from 3 weeks in Qatar and I was excited about catching up with her. Well, the Nats lost unfortunately but the 8th inning was some of the best baseball I've seen.

The most exciting thing, however, was during the sixth (?) inning when I looked over and saw a humongous spider crawling up the pant leg of the guy sitting next to Katie. All I could muster was an "eh...Katie...." and a pointing finger. She did the same sort of thing to the guy who then brushed off the spider to the floor with the intent of stomping on it. Unfortunately, it was the same color of the peanut shells underneath his seat. We spent the rest of the game feeling like we had crawly things on us. I leaned over to Katie and asked "Where could it have come from?". Her reply above.
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