Trains, Games, and Ridiculously Horny Fleet Week Officers...
Oh well, I need the money. Catch up from Sunday's post ... my dad ended up giving me some cash to help me pay off the car insurance (this was on top of the health insurance) - so that's great. What I realized today was that it really doesn't change my status. I'm still flat broke after I come back from Canada. I'm going to have to spend my time going to the gym and watching tv, and any other free activity until the academy starts.
After work, I drove home in a rush to change and catch the train to go to Yankee stadium. My friend Jnet called me the night before saying that her boss had 4 great tickets but gave them to her and a co-worker since he couldn't use them. I had to take 3 trains to get to the Bronx Bombers, I could have sworn that wasn't the case last time. By the time I got to the stadium, it was 7:30 and she still wasn't there yet. We didn't really miss much, but it was still a huge pain in the butt. I don't know how people do that kind of thing and then be expected to function at work the next day? Anyway, we all finally meet up - and I still have no idea what her co-worker OR the co-worker's boyfriend names were. I think it was like Guppy and Shangrila. She had a "G", he had a "S" ... or something.
We have a wonderful time at the game. The Yanks swet the Tigers, big shock. We sat in the Loge right behind 3rd base. One of the best seats I've ever had at a Yankee game. Good times all around, especially explaining that the chant "Hip, Hip, Jorge" was pronounced "hor-hay" and not George. LOL - that took a good 10 minutes of confusion from both Jnet and Goldfish (whatever her name was).
We take the 4 to Times Square and get off to walk to Penn Station. Yeah, hello - thats 11 blocks and a few avenues over. And that's only if you're walking the right way. It was already 10:50, and I had about 15 minutes to BE ON the train. So we walk fast, while Jnet and Grizzly stop *every 5 seconds* to look at shoes in the large Lexington Ave windows. The stores are closed, what could they possibly accomplish? I let out a "I can't stand girls" and Sri Lanka gave me a high five. He said that he understood why I was becoming a cop now. Thats funny, but I guess it's also true. Clothes shopping - pffft. Give me a uniform and lets call it a career.
We miss our train, though I can't imagine why. So we decide to go to the McDonalds across from Penn Station. Wow .... after a year of not eating it, boy does it taste different. I couldn't even eat most of the fries cause they were so salty. I tried to minimize the internal damage by getting the # 2 ( 2 cheeseburgers, medium fry, drink). That can't kill you too fast, you know? I also, however got a small sundae, which consisted of vanilla ice cream and strawberry topping. I think I gained 50 pounds last night. *personal justification* I had a yogurt for breakfast and a half of a can of tuna on a pita for lunch. And I had just walked liked 19 miles. *Feels better*
So we're sitting in McD's when a naval officer walks through and grabs this random girl by the arm. I am staring at him, (not trying to hide it, mouth open ....) not completely believing what I was watching. Groucho, who was sitting across from me was watching in the mirror behind me ...with coincidentally the same facial expression I had. It went like this..
Navy: "Hi, you're so beautiful ... what's your name?"
Bimbo: "[name] What's your name?"
Navy: "[name] I had to see you."
Bimbo: "Yeah. We should make out."
Navy: "Are you ready?"
Bimbo: *nod*
[They make out. Middle of McDonalds. And you can tell it was their "first time" ... so it wasn't like they were putting on a show or something.]
Navy: "What are you driving?"
Bimbo: "I'm driving a .... I'm.... I'm not driving." {ok, we all realized now that she was drunk}
Navy: "Ok are you going to [place]?"
Bimbo: "Yeah. Right now."
Navy: "I'll be there. Here's my phone number."
Then they leave, and the four of us are speechless. Like, not completely sure of what we just saw. Jnet then said "what the hell ....." and we all just burst out laughing! The thing that just stumped us was how, out-of-a-Tom-Cruise-movie it all was. It was NOT real... at all. Then String-cheese reminded us that it was fleet week.
http://www.voanews.com/english/2005-05-26-voa82.cfm
Damn. Keep your children inside and lock your doors; the navy is coming.
I sat next to a police academy cadet on the ride home. I had every opportunity to ask him about it, but I chickened out. Oh well. Let me pass this stupid physical first, and something tells me I'll have a lot more confidence where all of this is concerned.