Went to the Raptors game last night.
Yeah, that's right. The band t-shirt wearin', headbangin', lyric-screamin' chick is a closeted semi sports fan. I am a coat of many colours. Judge me and punishment will ensue.
Since last night's ticket were free (oh, how I love the word), it was a good enough reason for my to push back my fear of heights and take in the game.
That's the face of vertigo.
Breathe... you're ok.
We sorta knew the people around us, and it was nice to put faces to names.
The happy faces are indicative of the win. Shock and awe.
"Don't look down... don't look down. Aw, crap. That's where the game is."
I am a sad case.
On a completely unrelated topic - if you were a reader back when I went off on a little rant that I felt quite strongly about, there seems to have been some action taken.
Check this out.
I don't know for sure, but the "complaints from local residents" that was mentioned could well have been us. We spoke to neighourhood police on two different occasions.
Score one for the good guys.
...Ok, maybe we're not good guys. So score one for the adequate guys with good intentions.