Tony and I took most of these
pictures the night we went to a Yankee game. The weather was miserable
but fortunately it didn't rain. One of the few 'fortunately's of the evening
(boy, when it doesn't rain, it doesn't pour!) Now Tony came early. He loves
to do that to me. I love to come late. He loves to come early, without
fail.
Phone rings
Deb: Are you at Penn station?
Tony: No I'm here.
Deb: You're not supposed to
be here for another hour
Tony: But I got done early
so I decided to leave.
Deb: But we agreed on a time.
My hair is wet.
Tony: I'll just sit outside
reading my book.
Deb: I'll come get you but
I'm warning you...if you ever do this again you better bring Moby f***ing
Dick with you because I'm going to leave your ass there all day!
We're at Yankee stadium no more than a few minutes when I inform Tony that I need to find a Ladies Room to tend to my sudden feminine situation. <---see that final punctuation mark, yeah that. The maxipad dispensing unit eats my quarter so I'm off to the next bathroom, one with a functional machine. Debbie, did you really have to share that with us? I mean, invest this here quarter wisely and call someone who cares! Well I would but my cell phone was swiped at the game. At least I think it was. It was inside my pocket and clipped onto my coat. I don't care much about the phone but let me tell you about the case I kept it in. It was a thick gold mesh. Not the kind a pimp would carry, Maybe Heidi Fleiss...but the point is, it was elegant. If you spot someone with an elegant gold mesh cell phone case, it's mine. Please apprehend the thief with extreme prejudice! You can even use my phone to call the police. You stop seeing police when you get far enough away from Yankee stadium which is exactly what happened when my brother's idiotic friend got us lost. I was ascribing blame all over the place, Billy Martin's name came up once. Even though my brother ignored me when I told him to turn the car around... it was only because The Scarecrow, who was riding shotgun, kept insisting he knew an alternate route which he most certainly did not. It might've been ok were I at the wheel because I woulda blasted through every single red light. Let the police pursue me. I'd breathe easier! If I don't have the stomach for stadium hot dogs I surely don't have it for joyriding the Bronx late at night. I tell my brother to ask someone for help and of course I mean someone inside a car. Leave it to my brother to pull up alongside a crack addict whos barely coherent enough to give directions to the crackhouse. Another driver gave us directions and during the ride home, at almost every exit, my brother's if-i-only-had-a-brain-cell friend would confidently say "You could go home this way too." I swear if I'd been driving he would've been dropped off at the crackhouse. I happen to know where it is.
Tony Garfield wearing the Garfield pendant I bought him as part of his birthday gift. Tony offered to pay for my maxipad. That's about the extent of his generosity. Of course he did surprise me by springing for a cab when we last went to see a movie. We both wanted to see "The Mummy II" and "The Day I Became A Woman" but I was leaning towards "the Mummy Returns." I enjoyed the campy original and figured the blockbuster sequel would be similarly fun formulaic amusement. Tony was hip on "The Day I Became A Woman", never mind that he'd already witnessed the real life version. We ended up shuttling between theatres because our timing was poor. The Mummy II proved to be a tremendous disappointment. They made a point in both mummy films not to show any blood (unlike "The Day I Became A Woman") but I was out for blood for having sat through 2+ hours of a plotless gimcrack. It was uninspired enough that I was more entertained watching Tony chomp on popcorn. Tony has -great- teeth. (the better to chew up the movie reel with, my dear!) (ok, it was just an idea)
Me showing off my good luck Yankee pendant. The Yankees won. I lost my cell phone and uterine lining. Seems like a fair exchange.