Yesterday was Friday the 15th...by far worse than any Friday the 13th I've experienced.

I started off the day by ruining (another) shirt ironing it, then accidentally put the iron on my bare leg while I was ironing a shirt I didn't really want to wear anyway. I was running late and freaking out. I went to work and had to re-do an hour-long project because someone booked a meeting last-minute...asswipe. I was looking forward to finishing work though, because Darren and I were going to go to Subway then to the 'Dome to see the Twins play the Angels. Angie got us great tickets through her place of employment and I was pumped that I might actually be able to see the numbers on the players' jerseys. My feet were killing me on our walk to the stadium and we couldn't find Subway so I was hungry and cranky and sore. Eventually, we went to sit in our seats and realized there were people in them...so we sat in a couple of seats down the row. Within minutes a man came and kicked us out and I went to kick the old lady out of our seats, and it was pointed out to me that our tickets were for SATURDAY, not FRIDAY. To the cheap seats!

Darren and I sat in the cheap seats and stretched out our legs (you can do that where no one else sits), watching as foul ball after foul ball flew into the area where "our" seats were. I really couldn't see what was going on, then there was that half hour when Darren stopped talking to me and the other fifteen minutes when I just cried. Aren't I a good sport? Ah yes, I also spilled quite a volume of Diet Pepsi down the front of my shirt.

Then the Twins lost and we came home and my necklace broke and Larry Bird is in my hotel RIGHT NOW. But that last part didn't contribute to my stupid day yesterday.

Today has been proven much better. The new Willy Wonka movie was spectacular. The months of anticipation leading up to it for me did not lead to a much-expected letdown. The highlight of the movie, however, may have been the little girl in the theater that freaked out when Veruca got tossed down the bad nut hole. On a somewhat related note, I hate kids.