This weekend we went to Atlanta to visit my Grandma, who rules. She rules so much that I trimmed my beard, because being presentable to Grandma is important.
I also changed my shirt, because I proselytize for good comics:
Then I got on the plane.
Then I rented a car from a business named "E-Z Car Rental". The name should be "Gross Sad Car Rental".
Then we went to Ria's Bluebird Cafe where Ana found out that she is totally their type:
Then, duh, we went to the ballgame. Stupid Atlanta doesn't have branded beer bottles yet.
Last night was July 3rd, which in DC might as well be New Years' Eve if you're in the bar industry. So when Josh said he had tickets for the July 4th Cubs-Nats game, it seemed like a really good idea until I got home at 7 this morning. But whatever. I got a new hat, and I got to wear it.
Ana is jealous of my hat, obvs.
Interesting tidbit: in DC, every seat at the stadium is owned by some lobbying group or other. Josh got ours from Budweiser. They didn't ask for anything in return, either! Just enjoy the game, they said!
The Nationals don't have any real traditions, so they make them up. Remember? The dumbest one is called the "Waving of the Caps," wherein the PA announcer asks everybody to wave their caps. That's it.
The best part about riding your bike to the stadium, aside from feeling morally superior to everybody else, is getting to hop on and roll past thousands of people idling in their cars or waiting in line for the Metro. Not everybody understands that, though. As Ana put it, when you unlock your bike at the stadium, people look at you like you're unlocking a spaceship.
If you don't know yet, Canadians are not for making fun of anymore. They are for drinking their booze and eating their food! And maybe appropriating their political stances! We celebrated Canada Day '07 this year thusly:
First, I sprayed the weeds that are taking over behind the house. I stepped on some of them, too. That will probably take care of the problem.
Then on to a friend's apartment for Canada Day party! It happens that the friend lives above the bar where I work. I didn't stop in to say hello! It's Sunday, that place might as well not exist on Sundays! Ha ha!
We brought some Modelo. It's not Canadian, but it's not American, so it got along well with the Canadian beer. I didn't wear Canadian-themed clothing, either. Because I don't have any. Also, remember Katie in the background? Of course you do!
No mind. There are temporary tattoos for this situation.
Like everything Canadian, they teach you things, like geography.
It is customary, you may or may not know, to eat cherries on Canada Day. It helps stave off the rickets.
And remember, it's not about making fun of Canada anymore! We were hosted by a real live Canadian! Say hello, Sandy!
Also there was a Canadian robot there. You know those Canadian robots. Get a couple beers in 'em, they start spouting off at the mouth about social policy!
Sandy made poutine. Seriously, this is not about making fun of Canadians. This shit is delicious. It justifies the existence of the entire country.
There was this girl there
