It's aliiiiive!

Sorry guy. Lame. I know. Really lame.

So, while my parents were in town, we went to a Tucson Sidewinders game. (That's AAA baseball, y'all.) And we had amazing seats, because in the minor leagues, you know, nobody really goes, so there are amazing seats just there for the taking.
Meaning that we're sitting two rows behind the dugout.
The sidewinders have this Mascot, Sandy. Sandy is a snake. A Sidewinder, in fact. And he/she (we've gathered that Sandy is supposed to be a female snake, but it's kind of hard to tell) was doing usual mascot things, dancing, running around high-fiving people, etc. Then, (s)he was passing by, blew me a kiss, and stopped, right in front of me. (Keep in mind, I'm with my parents here.) Okay, I'm gonna start saying he instead of she now, because it just.... makes more sense from this point forward. He then put his hand inside his shirt to make it like a beating heart, and blew some more kisses, and then... rubbed where his nipples would be if snakes had nipples? And then made some thrusting motions? Um, people, this is a mascot. A dude (I think, though stranger things have happened) in a fuzzy suit and a big creepy head. Making thrusting motions at me. In public. With my parents.

Then, there was a baseball game, and Tucson won. And it was Thirsty Thursday, which means dollar beers, so that's fun. But still. WTF?

I'm going to try to make more updates. Sometimes. I have to tell you all about some of the other strange things that have happened to me, including yoga-love at first sight, and the theater that's like having a big screen in your living room!