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.
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