Before the main event for this entry, here are a couple throwaway pictures.
Lauren will probably ask me to remove this because she will absolutely hate the way she looks here, but last Sunday we met up at Aroma Cafe in Soho to mock the pedestrians passing by and catcall the fly model chicks.
On Wednesday I attended a work sponsored drinking session at a random outdoor bar on 105th and Riverside. One of my coworkers brought his groovy dog.
On Friday right as I was shutting down at work for the weekend and head home, Sophia calls with the offer of an extra ticket to a Mets game. When she said she thought the seats might be good on the phone, I didn't realize they would be THIS good. Field level good. They were definitely one of the best seats I've ever had at a baseball game.
The mascot Mr. Met came down to say hello to the kids. We. were. just. as. excited. OMFGMRMET!
These kids were definitely preventing us from being able to get our own photos with Mr. Met.
We tried to find an alternative way of getting a photo with him, except as Sophia helpfully pointed out, my large head BLOCKED Mr. Met...which is quite a feat considering the mascot is basically just a gigantic head wearing a jersey.
Finally we just opted for Soph pointed at the back of Mr. Met.
This fan had about 25 different signs, plus various prop hats and gloves that he wore and waved around.
A perfectly sunny baseball evening!
Kids in their privileged seats waving to Mr. Met for a t-shirt.
Not paying attention to the game at all. Someone revoke her ticket status.
That's what she said?
Something was happening above us.
I'm having a LOT more fun than I appear to be having in this picture towards the end of game, which the Mets easily won.
Bonus Video Segment Sophia demonstrates how she would call strike three.
Haha.
Thanks Sophia for the awesome tickets!