Come on Eileen, I swear what he means/Ah come on let’s take off everything/That pretty red dress Eileen

First thing’s first
200th Post! Can you freaking believe it? Jeez, you guys have had to deal with a lot of boring shit and random drama, huh? Well, thanks for sticking with me (or barely tolerating me…whichever.)

About Last Night
I caught most of the game but between previous appointments, the Olympics and Lucy claiming the TV for Sesame Street’s Silly Songs (a DVD that she watches before bed.) I only caught about half. What a fantastic game! That’s the kind of start we want right out of the gate.

At this moment
I am watching Blackburn (singing in the dead of night) struggle. Where last night’s game was fast and sweet tonight’s game is going slow and agonaziging (okay that may be a little too dramatic.)

I’ll Love Ya Tomorrow
Ames and I are playing hooky (pre-approved of course) and heading to the noon game. I am super excited to be drinking beer at noon, on a work day. High-five!

And we’re back!
I survived the Great Roadtrip of 2008 which brought us through many cornfields (seriously, I can’t even begin to describe all the fucking cornfields), lots of small towns, a few sketchy restrooms, junk food, Sonic, dancing, sunshine, heckling and beer. Ames, Foley and I drove from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Kansas City, Missouri to watch the Minnesota Twins play baseball against the Kansas City Royals.

Baseball related bullet points:
*The Minnesota Twins won both the games I was at and for that I am eternally grateful.
*The Giant Foam Finger was brought out of retirement for the series.
*The girls and I made a “We heart JB” poster in honor of our surly co-worker who always complains about baseball. We carried that thing to the game, got our photo taken and then promptly threw it in the trash. See photographic evidence below.
*A few heckles but overall the atmosphere was good natures.
*Kaufman Stadium (where the Royals play) is amazingly beautiful! I can’t wait for outdoor baseball! (She says until bad weather changes her mind.)
*Outdoor stadiums are lovely except for giant bugs flying around. Ames almost got taken out by a mini pterodactyl.
*Another side-effect of outdoor stadiums is the bird-poop factor. I have to give props to Foley for taking one for the team and sitting on the newly christened Bird Shit Seat.
*Baseball beer tastes sweeter.

Here are a few non-baseball bullet points for your entertainment:
*Kansas City is a beautiful city! I wish I had more time to explore it.
There are not enough Starbucks, Caribou, Dunn Bros or any other coffee places. We did find the one two blocks away from our hotel.
*I am now obsessed with taking photos that have my new watches in them. Geeky, I know.
*I shopped like a Mo-Fo at the Betsey Johnson store. Let’s see, I have a new purse, earrings and a necklace. *My credit card is totally not talking to me right now.
*My Cher impression made many surprise appearances throughout the trip (hair flip and all.)
*I know more Britney Spears songs that I should and I am ashamed to say that.
*I did not audition for American Idol, contrary to popular belief but I did have my song picked out. I was going to sing Dexy’s Midnight Runners “Come on Eileen.” Sweet, sweet tunes.

Photos Galore!
Oh hey, don’t worry there will be a video montage set to music. I know ya’ll are dying for that :)

On the radio, whoa oh, on the radio
I want to thank Bernadette from Lady at the Bat and Out of Write-Field for having me as a guest on her Monday night radio show. We talked stadiums, standings and blogging.

Overheard
Overheard at Kaufman Stadium
“No one can back-comb like I can back-comb”
Overheard by Jen, said by Foley

Bumper sticker of the Day
I saw this on a silver Jetta this morning:

“Baby Jesus cries when you don’t use your turn signal.”

Lesson of the Day
It is really, really impossible to get Rhinestone Cowboy out of your head. Trust me, I have tried.

Music of the Day
Well, since I didn’t audition and you won’t be able to see me humiliate myself on television here is your chance to get the song stuck in your head. Huh.

Dexy’s Midnight Runners – Come on Eileen