dear bx,

i will email you tomorrow to finalize plans to watch eachother poop. oh how i long to watch you poop.

love and poop,
mengtar

in other news:

game two of the twins-rangers series was a HUGE success! twins took it 12-6 with many exciting plays AND what happened to be the best firework show i have ever seen. good call, rangers!






in attendance were best friend, his girlfriend mx, rx, and his girlfriend tx. if mAx was there, we would have had all of the last-cup all-stars. oh well.

we all crammed into best friend's car and giggled the entire way to arlington about cocks and balls and boobies especially. also, i have a cup holder in my shirt. how convenient.



i have a larger planum temporale than the average person. you heard it here first. ((unless you're sx, because then you heard it in neuro first.))




we couldn't find general parking so best friend pulled up to the season-ticket holders lot and it went like this:

best friend said:

hey, can we park here?

guy on passenger side said:

sure.

guy on drivers side said:

do you have your card?

best friend said:

no, but that guy said we could park here.

guy on drivers side said:

oh, okay.

and THAT, readers, is how you scam the rangers out of their bullshit $12 parking fees.



we chugged beers and weiners in the parking lot SUPER close to the stadium. also, we're VIP bballas.






we forgot that putting a grill full of hot charcoal in the car was a bad idea, so we just left it under the car and crossed our fingers that no one would steal it. apparently rx was not very attached to his grill. i was okay with that.






LUCKILY, we returned to the car with the grill just where we left it. we dumped the coals onto the parking lot and when little kids walked by, we would yell "don't step in the horse poop" and the kids would cover their noses. ew, poop.

in case you were wondering what the cutest baby in the world would wear to a baseball game, it would be this:




yesterday was my legit birthday. i'm officially 23. gross. and let me tell you... i woke up with a bad attitude. i'm calculating that i am tminus4days until crotch explosion central so i was slightly touchy and angry and homesick and sexually frustrated and homeboy was slightly too dry and stubborn and himself and i did not attend the baseball game. instead i watched it at hooligans over a couple cheap whiskey cokes with free parking.... en espanol. apparently they don't broadcast rangers games on my27 in english. whatever.




i went running pre-bar and learned that practicing my jumps in the second half of my run is a bad idea... landing is difficult... and falling on your face in front of the lady checking her mail is not something i can do with confidence. who'd have thought?

rx can do some maaaad cartwheels.