And ONE beeotch!

My friend took me to a Raptor's game last night after my first day at the new job. The first day went well, thank you for asking! Ok, so, back to the game. Our seats were almost on the floor and even though it was my first game ever, I knew this was good! And it was quite the spectacle! I could hear my mother's voice saying 'this is SO provincial' to well, everything! From the snacks served, the Rogers inflatable things that people banged together to distract the other team during free-throws but also used to cheer their own team on; to the lecherous, old men drooling while photographing the 'Dance Pak' dancers and the chants of 'pizza! pizza!' when the raptors hit 100 points (this meant free pizza the next day at pizzapizza). The dancers were hot, by the way. They wore a lot of make-up, but hot nonetheless. The trainer or coach — not sure what her title is — of the dancers stood watching her dancers intently, hair all tight in a bun, botox pumped up lips, caked on make-up, stiff posture. I said to my friend how her quality of life must be low cause she has to spend so much time worrying about what she looks like instead of saying 'fuck it' and just live. We laughed and drank more beer. My friend told me this story of how she almost hooked up with one of the opposing team's players 10 years ago in some drunken bar scene. The story is basically she turned her back for a minute and one of her friends cut in and jumped him instead. So when this player made a bad move in the game, my friend didn't hesitate to shout out 'hey, you should have made out with me'. Then we laughed and drank more beer.