Yesterday, in celebration of the launch of THIRD DEGREE, we went to a Washington Nationals baseball game. (Okay, it wasn’t really “in celebration of” — it was one of the 20 games we attend on our partial season ticket. But I was carrying over my celebration to the ballpark.)
The stadium was much more crowded than it has been for earlier games. That’s not because the Rockies were such a great draw; it was because summer is officially here.
The row of seats behind us is typically sold to Groupon people — they buy their tickets at half price. Usually, these people are young (in their twenties), and they have zero interest in the game — they’re using the stadium as a convenient place to have an extended happy hour get-together (although with domestic beer going for $9 you have to wonder at that logic…) Last night was no exception — we sat in front of a group of about ten who asked such baseball related questions as “Where are the Rockies from?” as they cheered “home runs” that were obvious foul balls, etc.
Around the seventh inning (just before last call) the loudest and ditziest of the group came back to her seat after a foraging expedition, bearing a “daquiri” — a $14 slush drink served in a yard-of-beer plastic glass. At some point, some amount of that drink ended up in my hair. I only discovered it when I ran my hand through my hair and my fingers came back wet, sticky, and smelling like cheap lip gloss.
Grr. Sigh. Argh. But no real damage done. The Groupon folks left at 10:00; we stayed to the end to cheer the Nats to their victory, and we headed home.
Whereupon, I decided to take a shower, to wash my hair so that my pillow and pillowcase didn’t end up wet, sticky, and smelling like cheap lip gloss. Shower taken, I wrapped my long, wet-with-clean-water hair in a scrunchie and went to bed.
And this morning, I woke up to discover that the scrunchie had stained the pillowcase, the pillow cover, and the pillow.
(Linens are now soaking in Oxyclean. Pillow will survive )
Um, yay Nats?
Mirrored from Mindy Klasky, Author.