13 April 2008
a Met's game.
A stressful work work deserves a live sports venue. I had anticipated the office being a gauntlet- with nearly everyone tied up or out in the field- the additional responsibility was deeply enriching. I definitely need a challenging, high-pressure atmosphere to be happy.
The ideal treat- after I returned from Croton Reservoir where I enjoyed a spinach salad lunch, my boss offered me four dynamite tickets to the Met's game. It takes quite a bit for me to venture into Queens territory, and despite our fatal mistake of getting on the 7, rather than the 7-express train to Shea Stadium, the evening was glorious. Nothing like slightly crispy hot dogs in stale buns and eight-dollar beers to fuel your cheers. I brought Brittian & Vadim- and Brittian tagged Gillian in.
Brittian noted that the Met's games were more fun than the Yankees- as the fans get more involved. (Blue-Collar thing? Like the Cubs Vs. the Sox??)
Food Chow KitchenAfter the game, we crowded onto the 7-Express back to Manhattan and transfered back to Brooklyn for a Rhone region rose and take-out Chinese from the to seal off of glutenous evening...
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badass game, too bad the word on the street is that the brewers slaughtered them the next day. too much beer (Not enough?). the planes flying over head unseen were a nice creepy addition.
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