If you follow me on Instagram, you know I was pretty excited about a certain pretzel over the weekend...
Really, it was all about the cheese though. That little cup of cheese that cost $2.75 itself. And I can't forget to give a special shoutout to the man who prepared it for me, who spilled it all over the sides of the cup as he ladled it in, and then handed it over to me with a warning that "careful, it's hot!" Yes it was hot. And messy. But so delicious that once I finished the pretzel I ate the rest with my little finger like an animal.
Anyways, the reason behind the pretzel.
On Saturday, we went to watch the Astros play the Detroit Tigers. It was with some of Johns work people, and originally was supposed to be "guys night" but then it became 2 wives allowed haha. I'm not really a sporty kind of girl, but I married into a family of Tigers fans, so I try. When John told me I was going, I was like "Ok cool!" but really thinking, what am I going to wear? (any other ladies feel me?!) And then I remembered the hot dogs, and I forgot the outfit and just got really excited about the hot dogs. I always end up getting a stomach ache after these kinds of events because I over do it. But that's the point right?
But really, it was kind of about the outfit. When I was getting ready I was telling John all about how sporty was my favorite Spice Girl (mostly because she wore high pony tails could do a back handspring.) Even if I'm not "sporty" I like to always look like I'm a cool chick who could just casually drop in at a baseball game. And I'm obsessed with baseball style t-shirts, I have a ton. The skirt however, might have been a bad idea because I kept seat jumping between the two rows we were in haha.
But anyways, back to more important things. I wasn't paying much attention to the game, I'll be honest, so I can't really say how it was. But I can talk about all the funny little stories that happened, which in my opinion is always more interesting.
I offered to drive, because I am the best (wife ever). Have I ever mentioned that I hate driving downtown Houston? I HATE DRIVING DOWNTOWN HOUSTON! I was expecting it to be really bad on a Saturday night, but it wasn't horrible actually. No one honked at me and made me cry, and I didn't miss any turns. So not bad at all. But parking was another story. We thought we knew where to park...but you know when you're driving in a busy city and once you miss it you just have to keep turning down one ways and find something else because you know you'll never make it back to that one spot? We pulled into one garage and the man working it was so nice at first, until we said we didn't have cash, only credit, and he turned from nice to demanding that we back out immediately. And maybe we were being a little picky, because you don't just park in any sketchy parking lot for a sporting event with plates from the opposing teams state...but we did eventually find something, and at that point didn't even care that it was a mile away or that we were probably paying 4x what we could have.
The weathers actually cooled down here a bit since I went on my last rant, but I was still happy to find that it was an indoor stadium. It felt a little weird though to be at a baseball game that wasn't outside. But I don't think I would have lasted 3 hours under the blazing hot sun, so I was thankful for it. Also, it's called "Minute Maid" Stadium, but I did not see any minute maid!! Shouldn't there have been an orange juice stand somewhere?! For smoothies! I would have totally gone for a smoothie.
(Funny story. When the woman came out to sing the National Anthem, she belted out "God bless America".....and then went, "oops sorry! I got excited." She totally started singing the wrong song haha. She recovered very well though.)
It was pretty cool though so see some familiar things though, like people wearing Tigers apparel. I felt the urge to want to like high-five anyone wearing the Detroit 'D' and say "HEY I'M FROM MICHIGAN!!" But I controlled myself. We had pretty good seats right behind the Tigers dugout, and it was definitely the closest I've ever been at a game, so I got to see the guys reaaal close. I kept asking who the best guys were, so during the game we were googling how much money all the players made. When John told me some guy made 29 million A YEAR, I was like "whoa, we are so close to millionaires right now!"
Something I really, really hate about going to sporting events or concerts though, is that you are so close to people! I got out of my seat about 10 times, at least, and every time I would apologize profusely at the people who had to stand up. Like, "sorrysorrysorrysorry!" And the guy sitting in front of us, kept getting really angry for some reason and thought that John was "with" the friend he was sitting by, and would say things like "you guys exchange phone numbers yet?" It was really very weird and confusing, haha.
By the time the game actually started, I was starving. I originally was all about getting a hot dog, but once I saw the hot pretzels there was no looking back. I also got a bag of peanuts which I ate all of and completely covered myself in shells in the process.
John ate one for me instead. These are covered in sauerkraut, which I didn't even know he liked, haha. I was taking some pictures of the man making the food and as we were about to walk away, he came up to me and said "excuse me miss" and I was like "... um yes?" And he goes, "you're gonna want to save that picture of me because I'm gonna be famous. I'm a chef!" And I was like "Cool!!! I'm making a memory of your face right now." ...Could I be any more awkward? The things I say when someone catches me off guard are so embarassing.
Speaking of awkward. I was in line getting more beers when I heard this voice from behind me go..."so is Faith a child's name or a religious thing?" (tattoo on the back of my neck) and I was thinking about just pretending that I didn't hear him, but instead I spit out my usual answer "Oh, I hate that" and tried not to make eye contact. Haha. If I haven't told the people in my life enough yet, DON'T GET TATTOOS! Just don't do it. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life answering if your child's name is Faith, or being forced to name a child Faith to get everyone to shut up.
Ah, okay sorry about that rant. I get all worked up about tattoos. Back to my 7-course meal.
I know I swore off sweets, and I was totally going to stick to that plan, but since I wasn't drinking I needed something to do (lols). This thing was huge! I was literally spilling spoonfuls of ice onto my lap trying to eat it, but after the peanut shell shower it didn't really matter.
Then as if the world isn't small enough, even in Texas, it turns out my sister was at the game too! Which doesn't surprise me, because she's actually cooler than me, and I should have known she might be there with Detroit being in town. And she wasn't too far from us! But she was with a bunch of her work people and I was with Johns, so we never got a chance to meet up. But she did keep me informed on what was going on in the game, which was good because I had no idea baseball bats were flying around.
I don't really think either of them cared we left early though, and John was being soo hilarious on the walk back to the car. I have quite a few videos of him actually, but I won't share ;) When we got to the parking garage, the door to the lobby was locked but there was this little intercom, so John was pressing it over and over again going "Help me." Which I thought was so funny because that's what he does in the mornings when Ted is all over him and licking his face. "Help me" haha. Maybe not funny to anyone else, I know. But some nice security guard eventually let us in and, of course I thanked him many, many times.
And then back at home, this happened. Because we didn't eat enough already ;)