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I’m going to Japan

15 Jan

Celebration at Japadog

I received an email from the Seattle Mariners announcing their regular season opener at the Tokyo Dome against the Oakland A’s. I laughed to myself and thought about how awesome that would be. Brett and I had previously talked about traveling somewhere together, and the boy loves himself some Asia. So before I went to bed I forwarded the email to him, saying “Want to go with me?”

When I woke up the next morning, I had two emails in return. One saying simply “Holy shit. I seriously seriously would” and another “I honestly have the miles to do this.”

So over the next couple of days, we made some frantic phone calls to one another on our lunch breaks from work. The deadline to purchase the baseball tickets was fast approaching, but both of us were nervous to just dive in.

Then we just did.

He bought the baseball tickets. I booked my flight. I am going to Japan.

I have been wanting to visit Asia, especially Japan, since I took an amazing Japanese history class in college. I briefly attempted to teach myself Japanese a couple of years ago. Now it’s really happening! My credit card is pretty exhausted right now, but who cares.

Yesterday, to celebrate, Gian and I went to Japadog in the East Village. I got a hot dog with onions, cheese, and seaweed on top. The best part though is that you can flavor your french fries. Mine were wasabi flavored. Gian opted for the soy sauce, butter flavored fries, which were incredible. He had to slap my hand away a couple of times. I just couldn’t stop myself.

Holy shit, I’m going to Japan.

June 21, 2011

6 Jul

My friend Harry had an extra ticket to a Mets game and invited me to come along. We lost horribly, but I did enjoy the awesome Jason Bay triple! During the seventh inning stretch, the Mets apple ascends. I am a fan, but not nearly as big a fan as I am of the singing baseball at the Reno Aces stadium. There’s something endearing about that inflatable, bouncing thing.

June 16, 2011

2 Jul

I made this for my photoshop class. We had to do a composite. Like I’ve said before, I really don’t have much of a knack for visual art. I LOVE art, but I just can’t create visually pleasing things. So this was what I came up with. I call it “Puppy Garden.” For some reason, my teacher thought it was hilarious and decided to use it as an example to show the class, then point at me to congratulate me on a job well done. I hadn’t really talked to many of the people in my class, so this was their introduction into who I am. Soooooo, when our next assignment was to make the cover of a novel about our life, I threw any shame I had out the window and made this:

Why, yes, I am the coolest photoshopper ever.

June 10, 2011

25 Jun

A couple of weeks ago, I got a message from a friend I hung out with freshman year of college but haven’t seen or spoken to since. It just said, “Were you just at 77th and Lex?” I WAS!!! In the time that we had lost touch, he had moved to Los Angeles, and only a couple weeks after me moved to New York City. Even crazier, he was living a couple blocks from my old apartment. Our schedules hadn’t worked out to meet up. But this night, I was watching a Mets game with some friends at a bar (with this amazing collection of autographed baseballs..GRIFFEY!) close to where he works. He met up with us and after the game we wandered around Midtown/Hell’s Kitchen. We sang along with drunk people at Rudy’s, laughed at the tourists in Times Square, and found the hidden bar in Grand Central. A very adventurous night indeed.

May 20, 2011

7 Jun

It’s practically summer, and there is a huge hole in my life. Honestly, there are many huge holes in my life, but the one of which I am currently speaking is of course baseball. I don’t have television, and my internet is too spotty to stream games. I keep up with a couple of baseball blogs and check in on the MLB website at least once a day. I keep up with my Mariner’s the best I can, and they are doing FABULOUS if I do say so myself. But somehow, in the supposed “Capitol of Baseball,” I have yet to meet any real baseball fans. I’ve met plenty of fair-weather Yankees fans who seem to wear the hat more as an homage to Jay-Z then to Lou Gehrig. In Seattle, I used to go to the bar Al’s by my apartment, grab a beer, and talk Mariner’s with random strangers. I feel like most everyone followed the team at least somewhat and was ready for a discussion about whether Ichiro is overpaid or if Vargas really has the potential to be an ace. In New York, I just haven’t found that.

So I signed up for an online Mets fans group. This day was the first event I had RSVPed for, and I didn’t want to go. I had worked almost 50 hours at work that week, had a nasty cough, and was just kind of feeling down about life. I figured I would go for an hour or so, just to say I at least was doing something with my Friday.

I walked up to a table of 10-12 men ranging from my age to middle age, they looked at me skeptically, then welcomed me with open arms. I ordered a beer, and we all started chatting. I felt so comfortable, so at home, and everyone was so nice. It felt like an instant family. They all had those heavy Long Island accents and said amazing things about baseball and New York. They asked me if I was uncomfortable being the only girl there. I took a swig of my beer and laughed. Not at all! In fact, I felt completely comfortable. Most of the friends I’ve made in the city are female, and while great people, they just never seem to get me. I’ve always felt most comfortable with the boys.

They asked me how long I’d been a Mets fan, and I told them the honest truth.

“At heart, I’m actually a Mariners fan, but I really just wanted to meet a community of baseball fans.”
They all smiled and nodded politely.
“And so help me God, I would never cheer for the Yankees.”
“Yeah!” they all hollered, raising their glasses to me. That’s all I had to say, and I was in.

I had a blast with this group of strangers. Drinking, laughing, talking baseball, mocking the two Yankees fans at the next table. They were your average Midtown girls, blonde, heavy makeup, black power suits, probably work in Marketing or PR.
“Oh, Yankees fans,” the flamboyantly gay business man next to be said. “They’re just so vanilla.”
“What does that make us?” I asked.
“Honey, we’re rocky road.”

Indeed we are.

April 10, 2011

9 May

A major to-do on my list was to visit Citi-field. For a baseball fan, my stadium list is rather sad. SafeCo Field, AT&T Park,  Oakland Coliseum, and Fenway. In returning to the West Coast, I would be losing the opportunity to see so many East Coast parks. I had to at least see Citi Field. My friend Brehnen came along, and I spent most of the time explaining the finer details of the game (including history/trivia), which I actually love doing. We also drank plenty of beer, ate sausages and enjoyed the rare creature, the day game. Citi Field reminded me so much of SafeCo. It was new and had a lot of kitschy food stands. It made me miss Seattle, and my dear Mariners. However, looking out over the field, Brehnen casually said before taking a bite of his sausage, “Man, you should just stay. It could be fun.” For the first time, I thought maybe it could.

February 7, 2011

10 Feb

Another late night picture. It’s been rough being back on the job market, and I think I’ve gone a little bit crazy this week. But things are settling down.

My mom sent me a package of mail that she had received. She included this baseball angel in it. I guess the Mariner’s can use any support they can get.

October 18, 2010

24 Oct

They’re unpacked!! Oh, my Mariners. I miss you so. I do respect what a baseball town this is, but I still am not at all fond of the Yankees. I miss seeing those “S” caps around.

August 30, 2010

6 Sep

My second trip to SafeCo Field, my Mariners weren’t so lucky. They lost to the Angels. However, it was a fun game to go to. The Angels are our “Western Division Rivals,” which is somewhat nonsensical, because we have rarely been a threat to them. This season we are both sitting at the bottom of the division. Mariners fans are supposed to hate the Angels. But I have come to realize that I do not hate them, nearly as much as I hate the Oakland A’s. I kind of don’t even mind the Texas Rangers, and now I’m not feeling too against the Angels anymore.

We moved down to a lower section, around the fifth inning. I still am friends with some of the ushers, and they are kind enough to let me mooch some good seats from them. We were right behind the right fielder. The beloved Ichiro for the Mariners, and Torii Hunter for the Angels. My friend Kevin was heckling him, and Torii played along with grand gestures and turning and waving at the section in between batters. At one point, Kevin hollered “Hey Torii, you just became my favorite out-of-towner.” Hunter did an emphatic fist pump in the air. It’s a great moment when you see that despite their $18 million salary, they still have fun and don’t take the game too seriously. Hunter is a decent player with a couple of awards under his belt. But he was able to take all the Mariner’s boos and jeers in stride. I was quite impressed.

August 29, 2010

6 Sep

It wouldn’t be a proper trip to Seattle without a sojourn to SafeCo field. I was fortunate to go twice: to a day game on Sunday with Zach, and a night game the following day with the Michael brothers. On Sunday I was a bit hungover and knew a Seattle Dog would cure that. I consider myself a hot dog connoisseur and am absolutely in love with the Seattle Dog. The hot dog comes with cream cheese slathered on the bun, grilled onions, and I always add a large helping of Frank’s hot sauce onto the cream cheese. As we walked along the alley towards the stadium, Zach and I tried to decide which stand to stop at. We didn’t want the flashy ones, or the ones with a large line. We saw a small stand with a gruff looking man and a smokey grill. His little mascot laying outside sold us. The poor pooch looked like he had sampled one to many of his owner’s hot dogs. He was placidly laying in the street as young M’s fans petted his ears and belly.

The game was versus Minnesota, and we actually owon, which was somewhat of a shock. But it was a pleasant surprise.