I was hosted while in the DFW area by the lovely and talented solipsiae, with whom I will be touring in our two-person show, "Alcoholic Texan and His Remonstrative Wife". Check Ticketmaster for details. Early Saturday, we went, along with her gentleman friend light_pattern, to see Hellboy II: The Golden Army. This turned out to be a mistake, as the movie was kind of a dud. Then it was off to the ballpark, along with her friends Philip and Dee, to see the Rangers play my beloved White Sox.
After some initial up-fuckery by the Rangers org involving our tickets, we settled into the seats -- pretty good ones, right behind the home bullpen and with a decent amount of shade -- and watched the game in 100-degree heat while attempting not to die. The drugs helped. The White Sox won, though it was a near thing, and I almost missed it due to the presence of a horrible screaming baby and his indifferent mother in the seat in front of me. The Question of the Day: are there any African-Americans with the first name "Logan"? The answer: WE DON'T KNOW.
Next day, after a profound sleep on pimp sheets, I had lunch with A & C at an all-American joint, then off to the ballpark for a game that was just as hot, but with no shade, and the White Sox lost. My fingers touched a home run ball, though, so that's something. Unless it's not. Then I drove home, mostly on the scenic Hill Country route of US 281. Now I gotta get to work.
(Microwhorin': New AV Club inventory up, to which I contributed. Join in the yelling.