Jays Sunday

Today was another free-Blue-Jays-tickets-from-work outing. This pair of tickets I actually won from a draw with a pool of about 50 people. Coinsidentily enough, both Theo and Karyn were also attending that exact game. What were the chances of that happening?! Not surprisingly, none of us actually paid for our super awesome seats. Theo's pair were given to him by our supervisor Neil, and Karyn had connections to the co-owner of the Jays (I think??).

All was dandy until last night, when I learned that certain someone, *cough*, *cough*, couldn't make it to the game. She was actually sick, and I was just glad that it wasn't made up. (I had my share of those.) So a seat become available..... but jeez, no one wants to go to a baseball game these days. wut up wid dat? I'm certainly not a "baseball fan", but at least I'd like to get out and watch a game from time to time. Apparently I have quite a few baseball hatin' friends.

In a true last minute fashion, I got Dave from my classes to tag along. This was at 11:30, when he just woke up (or did I wake him up?) and the game starting at 12:30. I got down to the Skdome, ooops I mean "Rogers Centre", around1 and Dave finally arrived at 1:40, which was bottom of the 5th inning. The game itself wasn't too terribly exciting, but Karyn claims she was on the Jumbotron. I missed it.

After the match, Theo and his roomate Adrian, Karyn and her fiance Andrew, Dave and I all met up at the second level HardRock Cafe to have a pint. The view was amazing and we took in a triple A game that was happening on the field at the time. The greasy food was exactly what I needed too. Btw, big thanks to Karyn for the first round of drinks!

The group split up from then. Theo and Adrian went to see a movie, Karyn & Andrew went home, and Dave and I headed to Queen Street to look for shoes. It was purely my idea, since I'm the one who's anxious for new shoes and on two seperate occasions I asked him "are you getting shoes too?" and he said "no" very confidently. This turned out to be the biggest irony. Through all the shops we visited, there was only one shoe that I really liked, but they didn't have any of my size left; surprise, surprise. And out of nowhere, Dave sees a pair he likes and bought it. At the end of it all, I was like: Dude, I'm the one who's suppose to come out of this with new shoes in my hand, not you. It was funny how that turned out. Good day and fun times!