I officially hate rain. The weather not the wrestler. It has dampered this vacation to Baltimore by raining every single day.
We were supposed to go to the inner harbor today. It rained. We were supposed to go to the O’s vs. Phillies game tonight. It rained. It rained out the game. We met Tom and Tate and the rest of their family at the ballpark and decided to walk to the inner harbor and find something to eat. I hadn’t eaten all day so i was looking forward to eating. We went to the ESPN Sportszone. The Mayor, Ian and myself got kicked out of their five years ago. This was our first trip back since then. We got to sit in the VIP skybox room since there was eight of us and they didn’t want us to wait 2 hours for a table.
The food was expensive as hell. They brought the food and David and my hamburgers were made wrong. They took them back. They just scraped the chipotle mayo off of David’s burger and gave it back to him with remnants still on it. Chipolte mayo looks like puke. Why would they want to smear puke on a sandwich and expect someone to eat it? David sent his back a second time. I kept waiting for mine to be brought back. They brought it back and it still had the chipolte mayo on it. We asked to see a manager. The manager said that that shit automatically comes on the sandwich. I told him that “when I say ‘plain’, that it means that I don’t want the vomit smeared on my burger” and told him that they don’t need to bother making it a third time because I’m not eating. I don’t believe in second chances very often and I definitely don’t ever believe in third chances. David finally gets his sandwich after everyone else has been done eating for several minutes. ESPN Sportszone sucks. Case closed. I know that I will never give them another chance.
We had quite a long hike to get back to the car after leaving the Sportszone. It rained like a hurricane was happening. We got drenched to the bone. The only other time I had gotten that soaked was the last Morris Redskins game of my high school career when we lost to Marian Catholic in a downpour and I had 30 pounds of water soaked into my pads and jersey and pants. I think I had about 15 pounds of water tonight. Absolutely ridiculous. I think I have pnuemonia. Seriously. I’ve been freezing ever since we got back to the house.
Mickie has been trying to get me to go to a strip club with her and kept trying to get me to go to one tonight with her and David. I guess she thinks it would be funny to see how I would react in such an atmosphere. I refused. I have my reasons. A few of them to be exact. I won’t get into the whole bitch and moan and complain mode right now. I will just leave it at the fact that I realize the reality of my situation and I don’t need it rubbed in my face. I beat myself up enough about my failures and shortcomings and not being good enough.
Tomorrow is Philly and then back to Louisville. I can only hope that it isn’t raining in Louisville. I’ve had enough.
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