Today was Senior Skip Day. We had one before, but the previous wasn't really planned. It was more of a "Well-We-Were-Supposed-To-Have-Off-This-Day-But-The-School-Board-Is-Making-Us-Go-But-We're-Cool-So-We-Won't-Go-Anyway" Day. Today we'd been planning since... Iunno, February? About half of the senior class went to a Brewers' game, while the rest stayed home and fucked their long-graduated *friends.

We had all pre-paid for our tickets and received them a couple days ago. I had to drive Paige, Megan, Rachel, and myself all the way to Milwaukee, which is easily a two hour drive. We were supposed to join the larger group and tailgate in the reserved spot at the stadium, but I didn't really feel like partying with a bunch of people I really don't like, so I opted to go earlier than they did. I was driving, so it was my choice, after all. u_u

So we got there and I pulled my little ten-dollar grill out of my trunk. I probably should have assembled it after I bought it, but then I wouldn't have gotten to watch Megan try and put it together. xDD She did, eventually, but it was more fun that way. After that, we'd realized that Grandma had packed me a jar of matches. A JAR of matches. What the hell am I supposed to light them on? So we asked the guys parked near us if we could borrow theirs. One of them ended up just walking over to my car and setting up the whole fire. Paige DROWNED the coals in lighter fluid, then got annoyed with me when I told her to stop. Dx I honestly did believe the cars around my grill would explode. x__(\ So... I hid in my car 'cause I'm a retard. xD

Then, we also realized that Grandma had forgotten to give me the spatula for our bigger grill at home. So Paige thought she'd attempt to craft some makeshift tongs out of the aluminum foil she brought. I guess they worked 'cause we eventually got the brats to cook. HOWEVER- and here's the hilarious part- everything we cooked tasted like LIGHTER FLUID.

Paige and I ended up sitting together in the front row of the Terrace Section. The view was amazing. xD Though after watching only eight innings, I'm pretty sure I could name every player of both the Brewers and the St. Louis Cardinals by face and possibly number. Not something I'm proud of, really. So yeah, apparently three bags of Dippin' Dots and a bag of cotton candy at Miller Stadium costs approximately seventeen dollars. I suggest bringing a credit card.

All of the seniors that went and a few people I didn't know sat in our section. Half of the boys from school were already drunk by the time they sat down. It was kind of funny, but also kind of obnoxious. I hope they weren't the ones driving home. xD

Speaking of which, I made a wrong turn on my way out of the parking lot. Thank (insert deity) that I had Grandpa's GPS or I'd have gone all the way to fucking Springfield for all I know. xDD While on a random on-ramp, a green Jeep in front of us began throwing half-full cans of soda out their passenger window. Paige and I promptly flipped them off and they gave us the Shocker in return. This went on for about five minutes along the highway until I passed them, waving my hand kindly and smiling.

Took about three hours to get home including a short trip to McDonald's where we talked loudly and scared little children. Then I took everyone home, nearly hitting maybe three cars because Megan's head was in the way of my blind spot.

My day.