Have you ever had a drunk disabled person in an electric wheelchair roll completely over your foot? I can now imagine what it would be like to have a car do the same. I was in a bar, a block away from Pac Bell Park, immediately after a Giants game on Tuesday. This drunken fool dressed in Giants gear from head to toe, without concern of who he was rolling into or over, smooshed my foot. I nearly knocked over the nearby table that had our cocktails on it, and he didn't even flinch. Of course, I promptly screamed at the hit and run artist, and demanded that he buy me a beer. What a jerk! He took forever to comply, and then when he did, it was by handing me a five dollar bill and telling me to get it from the bar myself. What, is he freaking handicapped or something?!

The story of how I actually got to go to the game is interesting, as well. My new roommate Melanie, was having her new man over so that she could show off her well-cultivated culinary skills. Upon his arrival, Gavin mentioned to Melanie that he had two tickets to see the Giants play Montreal the same evening. Melanie, being an avid baseball fan and Bay Area native, was thrilled by the surprise, however Gavin had the intentions of giving them to Amy and me for the evening. What a great plan to get the roommates out of the house, huh? So we went, and of course, made a ruckus, and in turn I had trouble getting out of bed this morning.

In a crunch, I had to take a cab to work. Mr. Cab driver went on and on about how I need to find myself a sugar daddy to pay my rent. Then came the story of how he was a sugar daddy for a year and a half, slept with the woman twice during their relationship, and was out $7,000. But he's still an advocate.

Have a nice day!

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