Oh right. I did. Almost a year ago. Well a good friend encouraged me to start a blog a few weeks ago. Unbeknownst to both of us, I created one last August, but never did anything with it. So here we go, I am now going to start using this thing somewhat regularly, whenever I feel moved to write.
So what do I say for this one? Well, I am still on the recovery tail end of my latest, greatest, and last surgery. I'll delve more into that fun in a later blog. I am however feeling fantastic, just waiting for one final thing to heal up.
And now on to the gravy of this post: last night, out of the blue, my brother phones me up saying he has some good Jays tickets--right near the field. So I dutifully accepted as any non-baseball fan would.... and boy it ended up being a very fun night.
Now to digress one second... I may be, what some consider, transit incompetent. Really and truly. The last time I took transit (subway) I took the wrong transfer, ended up far far away from where I parked my car, and had to take a cab to where I parked my car.
That being said, there was no way I was going to drive my car to TO last night so... I took the dreaded step towards the GO Station. On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 of course being the highest), everything was at a 10, until I stepped on the platform. Purchasing a ticket was a breeze. On my ticket was the number "2", so I thought (illogically, now it seems) that this meant my train would be arriving on Platform 2.
While waiting, I decided (against my male pride) to ask another fellow GO traveler if this was the train to Union Station. She told me (kindly) that no, I wanted Platform 1. This one was going East, not West. Now, far be it from me to criticize GO, but why the heck don't you put platform #s on the ticket? Yes, there are only three to choose from... but still.
Anyway, it appears that I didn't see the perhaps large posters hanging on the wall denoting which Platform went to which station. Fine.... I walked to the other Platform, eagerly awaiting the 4:30 express train.
20 minutes later, my 4:30 train did not appear. An express train DID appear on Platform 3... which was probably the one I wanted. Sigh. Anyway long story short, I took the 4:44 train to Union Station, somehow got off at the VIA exit instead of the GO exit (much to my brother's nonplussed chagrin), met my brother for a smorgasbord feast of steak and ribs at Baton Rouge, went to the game, enjoyed the close field location (even in the light of the fact the Jays blew it)... and then left after the 7th inning. By that point my post-recovery condition was pushed past its endurance, and really, it was just time to go.
The highlight of the whole night, however, was hearing the following ice cream advertisement from a passing vendor:
"Ice Cream here, get your ice cream.... it comes on a stick....!"
OK it may not be so funny now, but at the moment it was pretty hilarious. My brother and I burst into fits of laughter, as did the people beside us. Who says creative advertising is passe???
Oh, and no, in case you were wondering, there were no further transit incompetence occurrences.
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