Adam had the whole long weekend off which ruled. Very rarely do we get to spend two full days together let alone three, and one of those three being his Birthday.

On Saturday evening we set out to see the Vancouver Canadians game that I won tickets for courtesy of Miss604 and her prize draw from her blog-a-thon-ing. Truth be told I really don’t like baseball. Funny thing though, I know more about the game and more rules for the game of baseball than I do for football and I don’t like football either but I watch it more. That wasn’t particularly funny. Sorry. But I married into what I guess you could call a baseball family and my parents watched A LOT of Blue Jays baseball while I was growing up, I of course remember The Jays wining ‘back to back’. Adam always played [thank BABY JEBUZ he does not watch it at home] growing up and has all of the equipment and an assortment of gloves, also both of his sisters went on full softball scholarships to universities in the States, I think you gotta be pretty good for that.

We took transit which I hate and it was packed with idiots because of it being the last night of the fireworks but we only had to take the skytrain and one bus so it could have been worse. When we got off the bus and were walking towards the stadium I caught my shirt and my skin on some rebar and cried out in pain. Adam’s first response was, “and I was even on your right and everything”. I insisted that he was not on my right or I would have obviously drifted in to him and NOT the rebar. I own a lot of the same style of tank top but I happened to really like the brown one and was not impressed that the rebar had sliced a hole in it and I was bleeding. It is too much to get into but I have extremely bad balance and I have a really hard time not walking off into oblivion if someone is not on my right. I will leave it at that. Post on my bad balance will be forth coming, maybe.

When we arrived we had foot-long dogs a three dollar water and a standard six dollar beer. We had to move from where we were sitting because I didn’t like the first spot and then at the second spot a father and his daughter and two couples both with kids and one with a new born sat in front of us and I started freaking out inside because we would look silly moving again so I started planning for annoyance and frustration and remembrance of why I don’t like children. But it turned out that they were not annoying at all and the couple’s conversations and listening to their kids and watching them play was more interesting than the game because both teams were playing like crap. I had gotten a water and not a beer because I already had a stupid headache, I was rushed leaving and forgot to take an Excedrin Migraine, so you know what is coming…. we had to leave early. I had to wear my sunglasses at night because I was in pain and my eyes were slitty they get super sexy like that and that is when I really know I have to get the hell out of where ever I am.

We only missed three innings and the Canadians were losing by a lot when we left. I felt bad having to leave because I was sort of taking Adam for his birthday. The transit ride back down town was complete and utter mayhem with people rushing to not miss the fireworks but thankfully my head hurt too badly for me to get very annoyed and it was only when Adam was stopping to take photos of the police guarding the skytrain station that I finally got annoyed and said PLEASE ADAM CAN WE GO I AM NOT FEELING WELL. I probably threatened a chance of over dramatic barfing and complained I had already ruined my shirt and cut myself and was probably dying of infection from the rebar and it made perfect sense because it had been MEXICO night at the ball game and EVERYONE knows that Mexico hates me.

I like this picture of us. It was one of the last ones taken of Adam at the age of 27.

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