keira-anne and miss 604 are in town

rebecca and keira

two of my favorite BC bloggers Miss 604 and have come to your favorite southern california metropolis and they really wanted to go to a Dodger game.

why? well because all they have in vancouver is professional softball and semi-pro ping pong


and lord knows they dont have Super Dodger Dogs


thanks to a fascinating dude who went to camp with Rebecca, we got incredible lower level seats (for free) that were perfectly situated in the shade and yet pretty much right behind home plate


the dude is named Preston and he travels around the nation where he creates art based on baseball stadiums. he also draws Disney princesses sporting the baseball jerseys of the park he’s at. he tweets where he is sitting and his fans come running to collect free art.


it was a hot day on Saturday so we walked around the park to take in the sights. it was Keira’s first MLB game.


it was also my first Dodger game of the year, so when we bought beers i was so shocked that it cost $17 a beer that it didn’t sink in until yesterday that the Dodgers were gouging their fans that horribly.

$17 is more than i pay for a half a tank of gasoline.

how is one beer equal to half a tank of gas?

Magic Johnson and the Dodgers should be ashamed.


to protest we drove over to Echo Park and drank MexiCokes and ate real tacos


then we went to Mohawk Bend and drank actual beers


and then we went to Tony’s Bar in DTLA and ate actual pizza next door.


along the way we even picked up Emilio Reyes (not pictured) and had a delicious brunch.

everyone went to Disneyland yesterday. today and tomorrow expect to see some pool party action.

my first full beer was an old style at wrigley field

i was way too young to be drinking, but back then if your mom gave you $10 you could sit in the bleachers for $3, get a hot dog for $2, get a beer for $3 and still have some money left over to get some peanuts and a score card and a pencil and stuff.

the beer guy looked at me when i asked for a beer. he was carrying two cases through the bleachers. in those days the bleachers were legendary, but that didnt mean that people really sat there much.

i said, one please.

he looked around, looked at the scoreboard, looked at me. figured i was screwed forever

and poured me one.

if im ever in the position to breed or adopt, i wont allow my children to be cub fans.

its too expensive.

update: this photo says it all