The rain (and headache) keeps on coming

Why can't a trip to the airport ever be simple???

Yesterday, my cousin was supposed to fly back out to NC at 2:31 PM. We arrived at the airport with plenty of time and spent about an hour in line just to check in. By the time we got to the counter, it was about 1:50 and it was too late for her to check any baggage. So, they booked her on a flight today. Her flight was schedule to leave at 11:15. I was schedule to be at work at 9. Since I was the only one who could drop her off, I thought if I'd get there by 7 and out of there by 8, I could make it back to work.

GUESS WHAT? That didn't work. Are you surprised?

We didn't get to the check-in counter till about 8:15 - 8:30, and we had been in line for over an hour again. The airport was much more crowded at 7 - 8 AM than at 1 - 2 PM. Anyway, we get to the counter and they tell me that since my cousin is an unaccompanied minor, I have to pay a $75 fee AND stay with her till her flight took off. I was already in tears because I was upset with my parents because I told them I couldn't take her to the airport because I had to be at work, but I ended up taking her to the airport anyway. This made me even more upset because I knew I'd get in trouble with work for missing work. I should've just called out yesterday and got my shift covered. BUT I thought I could drop her off and get back in time. Boy was I ever wrong. So, I called Sarah and she said she'd go in for me and hopefully get off by 11. I called work once I knew there was someone there. I explained the situation to my manager (more water works - when I get REALLY upset, the water works gets really going). When the agent told me I had to stay, I stormed away from the counter because I was so upset. A lady in line behind us asked me what was wrong. Tearfully I told her, I had to be at work by nine and now I had to stay with my cousin till noon. Joanne (my cousin) and I waited for several hours before she could board her flight. And right before she boarded, I was checking her boarding passes and she was missing the boarding pass to her connecting flight. ANOTHER line to get in.

After everything, I was so tired. Being that upset really wears a person out. By the time I got home, it was about 2. Her plane didn't take off till after 12:15. Then I had to drive down to my dad's work place to get some cash to put in the bank. By then my car was on empty and I had to drive back home on an empty tank. Even though I knew I didn't have enough money in my bank account, I filled up my car because I have been driving on empty every other day. Not good for my car, I know. But I only had enough to put like two gallons in my car at a time. With traffic being L.A. traffic, it took me awhile to actually get home.

Once I did get home, I just wanted to numb my brain by playing some video games. I played three games of MLB the Show. During one of them, Gonzo hit a grand slam. The funny thing was, during the replay, they showed the players on the bench watching the ball sail out of the park. What's so funny about that? Two of the players on the bench were two of the runners. In fact, one of them was on third and the other was the one who hit the grand slam. So, it was funny to see the player who hit the grand slam be in the dug out watching himself hit the grand slam.

As for tonight, the curse of the Bobble Head was in effect. Sort of. Russell with two for three with two walks. Not bad for a Bobble Head night. However, we lost. We can't seem to win on a Bobble Head night. What's my record now? 10 - 5. I figured something out. The last four games that I've been to, they've lost. And I haven't decorated my windows for any of those games. Hmmm maybe I ought to decorate my windows for the next game so they can win.

High lights of tonight's game? Russell slid into first. Now that was sweet! Andre came off the bench to replace Kemp, and first thing he does is make an awesome catch in center-right field when he was playing in deep right. He had quite a run to make. Then he went two for two tonight! It raised his average to .300, one average point above Russell's. A girl in the front row of our section taped together a banner that said, "Ethier is smoking hot." He saw the sign and acknowledged it. It was very cute and funny. Wish I had taped it.

And unless you were in the right field pavilion, you may not be aware of the fight that happened. It must've been around the fifth or sixth inning. I got up to go, but then the fight broke out. I couldn't see what was going on because it was happening a few seats away from me. I think it started with a Dodger fan (female) started the "Giants suck" chant and got in the face of the Giant fan in my row. The Giant fan must've said something back. Next thing I know, one girl threw nachos at the other girl. Then came the beer being dumped on the Giant fan. Punches were thrown, hair was pulled, and beer was every where. And so were people. I was stuck in the aisle (well, I did have an aisle seat) because I had gotten up just as it started. Security and officers came and took them away. I passed by them on my way to the rest room. One guy was cuffed and being questioned. The girls were taken outside and questioned separately.

On a brighter note, a guy sitting behind us saw Kevin using my camera to zoom in on the Dodger dug out. He asked what kind of camera it was (the usual question) and complimented the great zoom on the camera. I told Kevin, I ought to make up some little business cards with my flickr and blog on it and hand it out to people who are interested in looking at my photos. Not sure how many people actually are ... but you never know. Also, towards the end of the game, another guy two rows back asked his friend what happened to Kent. His friend didn't answer, so I did. I told him Kent pulled a hammmie on Sunday. He complimented me, that I knew my stuff. That made me feel better! Too bad we lost, after having the bases loaded THREE times. Another funny thing was Alan and Diane were at the game too. Diane and I talked after they got their and she used their binoculars to spot us in the right field from where she was in the top deck.