Rachael and her family took me to an Oreals vs Yankees game. It was kinda fun. Before hand, we went to a skybox where we all drank and ate for free, which was included in our ticket. The game started, and her father and I were still eating and drinking. She decided she wanted to go to our seats while her father and I finished drinking.
Okay sooo about 15 minutes later, he and I are done. On the way to our seats, we buy two more beers each (there's a two beer limit per person). We're double fisting!
We get back to the seats, and Rachael, in full accusation mode, goes "Where's my beer." I look down, and she has two beers of her own, that she got from a vendor.
"Uh, you have beer," I said.
"I know, because I knew you wouldn't get me one." Keep in mind, these are acurate, exact quotes.
Her sister was there too, and saw Rachael was upset, so she chimed in. "What's wrong Rachael?"
Rachael sat and huffed and didn't answer, so I did. "She's upset because I got beer and didn't bring her any."
Her sister saw that Rachael had a beer in her hand and said "But you have a beer."
I put that smug look on my face that said "You're right," and let Rachael stew on her own.
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