3 posts tagged “philadelphia”

That's what I texted cranky from the Jays/Phillies game that Cappy took me to in Toronto this afternoon (except with misspellings and inconsistent capitalization).  I know how the Phillies are doing most of the time because Cappy's a die-hard Phillies fan, but I've never followed the Blue Jays.  It's my city's team, though, so he insisted on getting me a retro Jays cap for today's event --his team playing "mine" while he's here on vacation.

Yes, I am the whitest chick on the planet.  I used lots of sunscreen.  Our seats weren't at close as at the Jays/Reds game, but I liked them better because the view from behind home plate on Thursday was quite foreshortened, and this time I could see the action a lot better.  The SkyDome (I refuse to call it the Rogers Centre because Rogers is evil) which is a 15-minute walk from my place, was open and it was almost 90F with the humidity.  We baked but good.  The Jays were put on the spit till they were done, too,  This isn't the final scoreboard, but that's how it ended up:  a 10-0 shellacking.

When a foul ball bounced into the Jays dugout, I thought it was a metaphor for their performance.  All the Jays in the dugout ducked and dodged it. Give me a break.

Cappy wasn't alone in the crowd, either.  Check out all the red in the stands,

I didn't have time to post this the other day, but before the Jays/Reds game on Thursday, we ticked off another Canadian tradition -- a meal at Swiss Chalet before the game.  Except Cappy didn't order rotisserie chicken (sacrilege!), he opted for chicken quesadillas.  This is the iconic Swiss Chalet meal:  quarter chicken dinner with fries.  When I gave him a taste of mine, he didn't even like the Chalet dipping sauce.  So sad.

On the way home today, he got another taste of Canada -- we stopped at a Tim Horton's donut shop.  Contrary again, he didn't get a donut, but a danish.  Clearly I have some work to do on him.

On the whole, I think we're doing well for not just an international, but an inter-league partnership.

...I just have to say how heart-warming it is to know I'm flying into Obama-land today and not McCain Country.

I'm off for my weekend in with the Cap'n in Philly, peeps.  See you late Sunday.

 

Somehow, getting up too early because of the time change still didn't get me at the writing until after 12, anyway.  The first thing I wrote after sitting down is an FSotD.  Except it's not really a complete sentence.  Let me 'splain. 

This novel I'm currently writing has a lot of scenes set in an office.  Every new scene that marks a new day in the office has a header that includes the date and, among other things, what's in the candy dish at Reception.  So today's is this:

(Candy dish contents:  individually-gold-boxed, decadent chocolate ultra-truffles from the Groveling Apology line in Godiva’s Bribe collection)

 

And here's a spare:

 

The blow of losing Jason was the giant, bare, cartoon foot that crushed the will to live right out of Shylene, Monty-Python style.

I'm giving you a second one today (one I edited past as I head for the ending), because I won't be writing next weekend.  I'll be on a weekend trip (my first) to Philadelphia.   Most of you are counting down to the presidential election, and yes, I'm very interested in how that turns out, too.  But every time I hear the number of days left to election day, I automatically add 3.  Because that takes me to my flight (and more importantly, my arrival) on Friday.

Obviously, I'm going to visit Cap'n Crook (after a looong seven weeks apart).  And I hear from that Philadelphia is a great city to spend time in.  Added bonus:  we're also going to drop in on Cranky and Elvis, and see a couple of bands. 

Five days and counting...