adverse event

I work in the drug research industry. You know all those commercials for drugs you see on tv with their list of nine million side effects? Those are what they call in the industry 'adverse events'. If anyone person in a drug study experiences one of these 'events' and the doctor conducting the study concludes that the event was caused by the interaction of the drug -- it has to be disclosed to the public once the drug is marketed.

Crazy huh?

This morning I had my own adverse event, caused by a dream. I was shopping at Urban Outfitters (I could tell b/c of the cracked glass), and I hear this "Hello". A familiar Hello that causes my stomach to turn and my face to get hot. I look toward the voice and it is in fact my ex-boyfriend. In my dream he starts making small talk and then asks for a hug, I freeze and then start crying. I tell him I have to go and turn away toward the exit. He grabs my arm as I turn around and asks me what's wrong. I shake my head and plead with him to let go of me and I run out into the street, bawling.

I woke up crying. I woke up with the same emptiness I felt when we broke up. Two seconds later I realized the space that I was in -- the fact that it was only a dream, and I made myself stop crying.

I've come to the conclusion that everyone should have their side effects on other people disclosed prior to beginning a relationship. Honestly, you would think twice about taking a drug that causes 'anal leakage', why not think twice about the guy that 'causes remarkable stress due to insufficient attention span'.

I would.

baseball and the rents

So I'm gonna try and make this a Doogie Howser style journal -- but without the cute puns/moralistic endings.

So, my boyfriend Aaron's dad had a birthday on Thursday. Aaron decided he would buy tickets to the round rock express for his parents, us, our friends and my mom. The game was on Saturday night. We all met up at Joey and LD's and went to a hole in the wall Mexican restaurant. This would also be the first time Aaron's parents and my mom would meet.

It turned out to be a blast.

it was so much fun -- the ride there and back we sang Van Morrison and Beatles songs off Aaron's I-pod (it was 9 of us inone large Ford expedition) -- my mom had a great time at the game.. we ate probably every form of sugar they had to offer.(funnel cakes are the bomb).. Aaron got his dad's name up on the big screen for his birthday, and his dad was just blownaway..

I had jammed my toe really badly about 2 hours prior and it was swollen and pinky/purple.. so on the walk back to the carAaron noticed I was stepping carefully to not injure myself permanently.. he asked me if my foot hurt, and I nodded and he charged at me, picked me up like a wounded soldier and carried me to the van... my mom was laughing and also freaked out a bit cuz he was bouncing me around a lot. But it was fun -- I haven't been picked up like that -- well, ever.

I always tend to forget how much I really love baseball until I'm actually at a live game. When Golly and I go see the Mets every September I try and tell myself to remember how much I love the sport, but I guess it's kind of hard when the only team in driving distance to watch is the fucking rival Houston Astros. Please, people.

What freaks me out about baseball stadiums is the fact that they have all the "activities" for children to do when they're there. They have a pool, sand volleyball, batting cages, and a whole bunch more to keep the kids entertained-- here's an idea assholes... Howabout they watch the fucking game?? When I was a kid, I was thrilled to go to the ballpark -- even little league.. and when we went, we sat and watched the friggin' game, we didn't go running around in our bathing suits screaming and gallavanting around, or wait in line to hit at a batting cage.. you did those things when you weren't at the ballpark.. I'm so disallusioned with kids and parenting these days. I would think that the ballpark would be the perfect place to spend time with the kiddos..

What I saw more of were half-baked teens on "dates." These kids had eyeballs that looked like they were dipped in cherry juice. All were gathered around laughing and talking on their cell phones, annoyed at the fact that the announcer kept "announcing."

I think that if you get to go to a ballpark that it should be mandatory that everyone has to watch at least 40% of the game.. it shouldn't be an event where parents can be alone while your kids are taking whacks at a 35 mph fastball, and cracking their heads open on the bottom of the 4 foot deep pool. It shouldn't be where teenagers go to hang out, that's what the mall is for, or the streets...

But, you know, maybe I'm making too much out of this..
Minor league ball does suck.