It costs $6, but you get to keep the cup.
On Wednesday, I attended the Royals game with a group of coworkers. Our agency acquired tickets and decided that each manager and director would take 3 staff members to a game. I totally picked the right day. The weather was amazing, though windy.
Every step we took made me think “boy, this place has changed!” When I was in the early elementary school years I got to tour the stadium with my school group.
I remember years of plastic souvenir cups at my aunt Jean’s house. I just kept thinking about the dishwasher worn cups and how many there were! They really must have gone to a lot of games. At that point, they were somewhere near my current age. To be fair, my aunt Jean is an extrovert and much more social than I am so I shouldn’t be that surprised that she had a lot more “life” than I do. In fact, she still has more life and extracurricular activities.
It’s not that I don’t like to do things, but it takes more mental effort for me. I have to force myself to say “yes.” I’m usually dandy once I get to an event. Sometimes, I’m not and I think about what I’m going to do when I get home…and hope it won’t be too late to enjoy my reclusiveness.
I’m just a homebody. I like activities that involve my home.
Anyway, the cups reminded me of a different time of life. Childhood. The house on McGee. Our first home in Kansas City – a strange mixture of emotions. I wrote something not so nice on the wall with wax. I played Uno on the wooden floors and watched Days of Our Lives with my cousins in the sunroom (which became the playroom when my cousin Stephanie was born.)
I remember going to a game with my mom, my aunt, and my aunt’s friends and feeling really cool becuase I was out with the women. We cleaned up after the game and went a Mediterranean restaurant for dinner (this was before I developed a love for hummus and feta cheese, but not before my love of black olives.)
All from one damn cup.
