Glad THAT'S over.
What had been planned as a reunion turned into a shipwreck.
Called Pedrito to confirm his joining me for the club's annual game, he has food poisoning. Invited brotherfromanothermother-he's babysitting the grandkid. Fuck me. Off I went.
The 6pm ferry? Nope. We all took a later ferry as the 6 was cancelled. Left the game in the 7th inning to catch my train, the 9:30 ferry cancelled. I could'a stayed. FUCK me.
The game itself was great. Great seats too-row L, right behind home plate.
Glad that's over.
But again, God IS God. George Waters calls me as I'm sitting in the terminal stewing. Well done God.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
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