Last night, Kyle, Drew, John, Nick, and I went to a Raptors game up in Ogden. I'm now constantly on the lookout for when they have home games on Wednesdays because it's half-price beer night. Woo-hoo!
A little girl who couldn't have been more than eight sang the National Anthem. She sounded great, but when she got to the "Whose broad stripes..." part, she forgot the words, and everyone in the crowd started helping her out. It was so cool. Almost as cool as the beer.
Kudos to Drew and John for totally singing their hearts out on "Take Me Out to the Ball Game."
Thanks to John and Nick for driving, because the rest of us were certainly in no condition.
After the game, we went back to Drew and Becky's place for some general socialisation. Becky must have the patience of Job to put up with all our drunk asses all the time.
You know what cardinal rule I always seem to forget? Never discuss relationships or religion when you're drunk. It's just to hard to express yourself adequately. Perhaps one day, I'll learn.
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