This week in my Australian life was actually really American. (Strange how it happens that way. You can take the girl out of America, but you can’t take the twang out of the girl). I’ve been a bit odd all week because Thanksgiving’s coming up and I’m not sure how I feel about my first Thanksgiving away from home (maybe the Embassy I stalked today will let me come feed off of them…I’ll just have to get passed all of the guarded police cars). My friend Christina has commenced in cheering me up for the Thanksgiving holiday by taking me to the bus depot markets and buying Bagels, Baklava and miniature cupcakes with dresses atop them for our Thanksgiving dinner this evening. I mean we all know everyone eats the most random food on Thanksgiving anyway (canned cranberry sauce, come on….seriously? Who eats that on a regular basis?…yea, thought so).
So, anyway, earlier this week we all went to the very first Canberra Cavaliers home game, decked out with short shorts, (I wish I could say foam fingers), a feel-himself-up mascot named Serge and “Dug Out Dogs.” It’s the Australian version of major league baseball, ya know minus the ridiculous amounts of money, a team that almost always wins (Yankees) and as I’ve said already, HUGE lacking in foam finger supplies, HUGE. I’m the queen of the foam finger, not so sure what that says about me, but I like that sponge on my hand throughout the whole game. I like to block people’s views behind me and point to people without thinking while whomever I’m with swats my hand down so the point-victims can’t see. There WERE pluses, don’t get me wrong. For instance, you could bring your own case into the stadium, rather than paying 4$ a beer. (Mother, beer is an integral part of a baseball game and I didn’t over do it and fall down the bleachers, don’t worry. I was wearing VERY short shorts so it would have been ugly if I at-all face planted during this experience). A bunch of us actually went to the game (got to meet Jono’s missus which was an honor since he sort of hides her around…or maybe he’s just hid her from us). She touched him a lot (yea, it’s my blog I say what I want and I’m almost sure he reads it….so, I’VE NEVER SEEN A GIRL TOUCH YOU THAT MUCH … EVER). Anyway, she was cute, they were cute…even though he looks like Yo Seminity Sam with his Movember Mo.
Wow, anyway, I digress. The soundtrack to the baseball game was almost better than the baseball game and because of the large crowd I was able to yell the words to every song. All the players would hit the ball (finally) and it would either be a foul ball (where usually in America they would yell foul ball, which I did, they didn’t here so I would be the only one yelling. I got the stink eye from a seven year old who looked like an Albino Aiden from John & Kate Plus Eight) or, the outfielders would ALWAYS catch the high balls. It got to where I was rooting for both teams, just to get some action. Maybe this is why I don’t really like baseball at home, I’m more a full contact sport kinda girl. I also quite liked the singing, did I say that already? I mean they literally played old school Britney, then “I want it that way” BSB, and THEN, Justin Bieber. Throw a little Chumbawumba in there and you know why I was very excited. At one point, someone put a hand over my mouth. It didn’t stop me from singing “Take me out to the ball game” at an octave higher than glass breaking (because the kids they chose to have on the field sing it didn’t even know the words. At this moment my fairy Godmother should have turned me seven again like she turned Alice small and large by eating bread and drinking … drink…and yet she lets me yell out at twenty-two every word to “Take me out to the ball game” even though no other adults felt like participating). I also chicken danced, because they played the song. No one in the stadium stood except for me, but no one in Australia knows me anyway so WHO CARES. People need to live more freely, what’s wrong with flapping your arms and swaying your butt in the wind, NOTHING. Sway away!
I had fun. That’s it. I even got an honest compliment that I would be the person they laugh at during American Idol, but hey, at least my dream of being on reality television has finally come true. Now onto The Real World.
It took us forever to get to the baseball stadium because it’s hidden so I needed to blow off some steam by the time we were there anyway. SING LOUDLY FOLKS, THAT’S THE POINT OF THIS BLOG.
And now, that’s all folks.
I am a writer, educator and genuine creative living on the coast of NC. Our house is built on sunshine with my husband BJ, dog named Tucker, and our two very sassy cats: Fromage and Jasper.