Saturday, June 26, 2010

Yankees @ Dodgers

Let's just get this part over with right off the top: The Dodgers lost last night. And it sucked. They were lifeless, despite a sold-out crowd making enough noise to make you feel like it was October instead of June. It started off promising enough, with a run off Sabathia in the first, but then the boys did basically nothing for the next eight innings. Punctuated by James Loney taking a ball, then staring at three Rivera strikes for the final out of the game. Thanks for taking the bat off your shoulder, Loney. That was fun.

Have I ever told you guys that I hate the Yankees? Because I really, really do. And until last night I had never seen them play. Now that I have, I can say that the hatred is stronger than ever. But it was one game. And the second game of the series is fewer than two hours away. So let's talk about how awesome it was for me to be back at Dodger Stadium for the first time since the greatest ninth inning I've ever seen live.

I would pepper this post with pictures (alliteration!), but I just decided to upload the photos to Flickr instead. So read the post, then look at the pictures. Or reverse that. I don't care. But it's probably not a bad idea to get the visuals that go along with the text. I'll embed the slideshow at the end of the post.

Jack

This has nothing to do with anything, but don't I have the cutest dog in the world? My goodness.

Friday, June 25, 2010

First Dodger Dog of the Season

An attempt at posting from the game.


No joke, you guys. This dog was gone about 90 seconds after Christine snapped this picture of me taking the first bite. I think I'll be going back for another. And some nachos. And ice cream. I have eaten very little over the last two weeks (you'll see how skinny I look when I post full-body shots in the next post. Not naked shots. Please don't get your hopes up), but Dodger Stadium can sure bring out the appetite in a girl.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Boredom and Damn Yankees

There's a girl you know. Here are your hints about her. See if you can guess.


1. She doesn't feel like writing travel memoirs anymore.

2. She's going to the Yankees/Dodgers game on Friday night.


Give up?

Yes, it's me. Sorry, but the travel section of this blog was boring me, as evidenced by the fact that I couldn't work up the desire to bother writing anything else on the subject. I hope I haven't disappointed you.

But, hey, not a bad choice for my first Dodgers game of the season, huh? I've never seen the Yankees play, and I can't wait to scream my lungs out at them. Particularly at whoever is playing left field, since my seats are on the third base side. Who is their left fielder anyway? Brett Gardner? Lord. I have no idea if I can work up enough anger for Brett Gardner. But I suppose as long as he's wearing pinstripes (metaphorically, of course, since the away jersey is not pinstriped), I'm sure I'll manage to find the rage.

I'll take some pictures and consider doing a write-up, but I'm leaving town in the next few days, so I wouldn't hold your breath. See how I tease you?

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Capri Fun

Remember how a week ago I was in Paris? Yeah, not anymore. And Denver isn't even the Paris of the United States. But I'm here with Christine, baby Wilson, my sister and her fiancĂ©, and my parents. And the two dogs, Jack and Aspen (both girls), collectively known--perhaps just in my brain--as JackAs(s).

But you don't want to hear about any of that, right? I last left you wondering what I did on the other two days I spent on Capri. So we'll start there.

Christine's friend Bea (pronounced "BAY-AH") joined us on our second day on the island, so we had an Italian speaker with us most of the time. That's really the best way to enjoy a foreign country if you don't know the language yourself. So I encourage you to make friends with foreigners. That's Travel lesson #1.

Sunday night (our first night there), Christine and I wandered around the town and eventually began looking for a place to eat dinner. Capri is not a big town, but it does have large number of restaurants, so we had several options. Or at least we thought so. But I guess Sunday night also means a lot of places are closed. We found ourselves in a little alley in front of a restaurant called Michel'angelo. Let me just tell that if you ever go to Capri, you should avoid this restaurant at all cost. It is terrible. Absolutely awful. Just a really bad food experience. I should have trusted Christine's instincts when she pointed out that we were the only people dining in the restaurant. Really, though, I'm sort of glad we ended up eating there because it gives me the chance to use this awesome picture again:


Monday, June 07, 2010

Real Men Wear Pink

And can suck on their own toes.





I know he's not really doing much in that video, but he's so damn cute that I had to post it.


Lesson learned for the day: Do not wear your hot jeans (the ones that didn't fit before Europe, but now fit like a glove, thank you very much) on a day when you are babysitting a five-month old who spends most of his day vomiting.


Travel memoirs are forthcoming.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Why Yes, I Am In Paris

Thanks for asking.




Actual post coming soon. Meaning at least within a week.

And don't worry, Orel.  I will be wearing a Dodger hat when I actually go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower.  I won't let you down.