Some lessons learned

Apparently to the Dodgers, VIP seats are basically the worst ones in the stadium. That was a shocker. Here's Cathi at Dodger Stadium, so you can see how wonderful our seats were.



While asking the ticket lady if they really were our seats, I stepped on the mexican's hands in front of me. Despite apologizing profusely, I know I'll never be forgiven and he now hates the entire caucasian race if he didn't already. Great job Aline.

I learned another very important lesson at the beach a few days ago. Never, and I mean NEVER, go in the water and swim out before checking the waves. Cathi and I were wondering why there weren't many people at the beach, but we quickly ignored the obvious signs of danger and jumped right in. Just as we get deep enough to barely touch the ground, we see a 40-foot wave rising over us. We panic and scream "shiiit" but there was nothing we could do. I tried to swim under the wave, but it pulled me up and thrashed me around. I didn't know which way was up, so I tried to let the wave calm down while holding my breath as long as my little lungs would allow. Finally, I felt the ground and kicked up with all my might. Choking and spitting up water, I surface and look for Cathi. As soon as I see that she's alright, another wave- the same size- crashes over me. Same story. Hell. I'm never making that mistake again.



On another note, TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! YAY!!!!!

Send me some love.

While I'm on the theme of lessons learned, though, I have another one. Malka is God. And I love my nutria beaver. I'll be calling him nutty. And while I'm terrified to get close to the damn thing, I can't help but love a giant rat with webbed feet.