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LAST NIGHT

WAS SO BEYOND AWESOME

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE.

THINK OF EPIC.

NOW THINK OF BEYOND EPIC.

AND THAT WAS WHAT LAST NIGHT WAS.

Let me start from the beginning. There will be pictures. But first you must hear the beginning, because that involves myself and copious amounts of fail between both myself and Google Maps. Google Maps isn't quite as bad as Mapquest, ut I swear, it's getting there . . .

Okay, so while it would have been smart for me to try driving to the Stadium before Friday, I have not yet proven any accusations regarding my intelligence to be true. So, instead, I decide to just take my Google Mapped directions, and go by myself on Friday. I had it planned out so that I would leave hours before I really needed to just in case I got lost. It's sad when you have to pencil in getting lost to your schedule, but when your name is Meredith Janelle Bossard, you pretty much have no choice.

So I leave Webster around two o' clock, and at first, things seem to be going fine. When I say "at first," I mean for about the first five or so minutes. I saw a sign for I-44 and turned too early, and thus got myself stuck in a parking lot for three minutes listening to Thom and Jeff's Celebrity Wrap-up on the radio. Now, before you laugh at me completely, let me explain that it's because I thought the road I turned onto was a one-way road, and then I was just driving in circles in the parking lot . . . yeah, I'm kind of dumb. But we all knew this already so that's not surprising.

So I finally get on the highway, and according to Google Maps, I need to take Exit 208: Park Avenue. So I'm like, "Okay, it's cool, it's cool." And I'm driving along, listening to the radio, but then I start to notice something strange.

The exits are going UP in number. 298, 299 . . . In my experience, 208 does NOT come after 299. I mean, I know I'm bad at math, but I don't think I'm THAT bad at math. At least, I like to think I'm not.

So then I'm like, "What do I do now?" Because obviously I'm not going the right way, and obviously I don't know what the right way is, and as I'm driving I see a sign that's telling me that I'm driving to downtown Illinois. While I'm sure downtown Illinois is beautiful, that is NOT where I want to be. But of course, I have no solution for this, so I do the logical thing: I keep driving.

Well, then I see signs telling me that I'm getting onto 1-55. And so I'm like, "Well, the Google directions to get back to Webster from the Stadium said that I need to take 1-55, so maybe this is a good thing." And sure enough, I see Exit 206C. My response is, "Score!"

Only . . . not.

Because it starts counting down. 206, 204, 203 . . . And something tells me that's not exactly a good thing. So, I do the only logical thing at that point: I turn around.

Well, it turns out that turning around was necessary, because turning around got me on the road (I think I was still on 1-55, but hell if I know) so that I could get on Exit 208. Problem? I'm two lanes to the left of where I should be. And there's a lot of traffic. And in getting over to the proper lane, I almost get hit by a semi.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate driving around semi trucks? Because I do. A lot.

Anyway, I finally make it to a parking garage (which will be a story for later), and then learn through text message/phone call that Sarabara won't be there for another two hours. Well, that leaves me to my own devices for two hours. And that's not always a good thing . . .

See, one of Sarabara's presents was wrapped up in tissue paper. And so I took a ballpoint pen and started doodling on it. Dude, that thing was covered with so much random babble by the time I was done. I wrote happy birthday twice (once in katakana, once in English), wrote out conversations between the ToS characters, such as:

"Yuan + Martel 4 Eva!!!"
"Yuan = dead!!"
"STFU Mithos."
"Make me, Yuan."

And one really long one between Lloyd, Yuan, Mithos, and eventually Kratos, in which they argue over who is better (between Lloyd's group, the Renegades, and Cruxis), and whether or not Lloyd's group is a bunch of misfits (Lloyd says no, the others say yes). I also wrote some other pretty random stuff during that time, and killed my cell phone's battery by playing Sonic the Hedgehog and Pacman.

I SUCK at cell phone Pacman.

Anyway, Sarabara called me when she got to the Stadium, and that's when I finally left Honda-san and set off. I made it out of the parking garage (eventually - I got myself lost in the parking garage, if you can believe it), and then asked myself, "Now, if I was Busch Stadium, where would I be?"

And then, in the way of direct Japanese-to-English translation: "The stadium is where?"

Fortunately, it's kind of hard to miss Busch Stadium. All I had to do was look to my right, and there it was. So, I began walking. And as I neared the stadium, I saw a patio set up with a bunch of people wearing red and white on it. I didn't realize at first that it was the Z1.077 Patio (that's a hip-hop radio station), and for some reason thought that was a line to get into the Stadium. Again, no one has ever been able to prove that I'm smart. So, at that point, I call Sarabara and learn that she is at the gate for the entrance to left field. I hang up the phone, and then realize . . . I don't know where that is.

Now, here's where I get EXTREMELY stupid. Like, extremely. More extremely than you know. The street that I was on led me directly to the Stadium's front, which is a merchandise store. If I would have looked to my left, I would have seen GIANT RED SIGNS that read "LEFT FIELD." However, I INSTEAD walked around the RIGHT side of the building, missing the signs ENTIRELY and wasting a good five minutes while I found myself at Gate Three, among other things. Finally, Sarabara ends up calling me, and I tell her I got myself lost, and she navigates me to where I need to be. And then, all of a sudden, I see her and we have an epic meeting in which she picks me right up off the ground! She could carry me quite easily. It was great. In fact, you want to see our height difference?



LOOK AT THAT. She's a couple inches away from being a full foot taller than me. On the plus side, if we ever cosplayed Zelos and Seles or Alice and Decus, the height difference would definitely be realistic.

Anyway, before we went into the Stadium (and before we even went back to meet up with Sarabara's parents (who are super nice btw and I'm glad I didn't freak them out)), we exchanged presents! AND SARABARA GOT ME THE MOST AWESOME PRESENT EVER:



A ZELOS FIGURINE! It's official and everything! There's a pic of me looking rather unattractive reading the box here:



So you can see that it is the OFFICIAL Zelos Wilder figurine. He is mine. And he is my Zelos. Yes, yes, yes.

She ALSO got me a GIANT bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that I FORGOT like an IDIOT. askdjf;askf;a She's going to send them to me, though, because I cannot live without my Reese's. I just can't.

Speaking of unattractive pictures of me, though, Sarabara took another one and I somehow didn't notice:



So as a result, I stole her camera and took two of her!





OH! And before we even got into the Stadium, I ROFLCOPTER'd her camera, just like I promised her that I would:


_{This picture pretty much sums up my personality.}

Back in the Stadium, back to the time of the foolish revenge pictures . . . When I stole Sarabara's camera, I also instigated many more shenanigans. But they were AWESOME shenanigans!


<sub>Holding up our best friend tags! Mine says "SARA" and hers says "MEREDITH," and they both say "'Cause we're best friends, right?" on them. Inspired by our idea for Richter and Aster. I wear mine under my shirt, like Richter wears his.


I like to be somewhat obnoxious. Sticking out my tongue is one of the ways in which I am obnoxious. I ruin what otherwise would have been a nice, smiley picture.


I'm not sure what I was going for here . . . But "high" is what I accomplished.


See our skillz at making the same expression? Hahaha, Sarabara looks like she's up to mischief, and I am taunting some peoplez.


We were groovin' to the ChosenPod, 'cause I never go anywhere without it.


Look, I'm actually taller here! And makin' the gangsta victory sign, fo' sho'!


GASP! We're VICTORIOUS! PEACEFULLY victorious if you see that as a peace sign instead of a V for Victory sign.


I was trying to make a kissy face I think. Instead I look high. Again. Like MOST pictures I take, argh.


Sarabara and I were Not Pleased after Skip dropped the ball and let the Cubs score. See our Not Pleased Faces? Yeah, that's now Not Pleased we were.</sub>

Speaking of the Cubs, though, there were these guys sitting behind us who were absolutely HILARIOUS when it came to the things they said. Here's an example of some of the commentary they provided:

"Da-da-da-DAH-dadah--FUCK THE CUBS!"
"YOU'RE IN MISSOURI NOW, BITCHES!"
"That mustache is NOT aerodynamic!"
"It is ON like Donkey Kong!" (At this point, he began singing the Mario theme song, to which another guy from his group was like, "Dude, that's Mario.")
"GET OFF THE FIELD AND MAKE ME SOME MORE BOARD GAMES, BITCH!" <--In reference to Milton Bradley, a player for the Cubs. I kid you not, that's his name.

I swear, those guys were hilarious. But anyway, I was showing you pictures of Sarabara and myself, was I not? Let's get back to that!


<sub>We pound it 'cause we win just by being together. Automatic victory.


An attempt at the Symphonia pose of looking down at the camera, but this is really just a nice smile picture.


Here's a MUCH better Symphonia pose. In case you're wondering why we're calling it that, it's because of that picture for the OVA where Genis, Lloyd, and Colette are looking down at the camera.</sub>

After the Grand Cardinal's AMAZING victory, we all went back to Sarabara's car so that they could give me a ride to my car, because I had to give Sarabara her second present. Fortunately, I didn't get her parents too lost, though my directions still weren't that great. And once Sarabara and I ran into the parking garage (well, she ran, I hobbled, because I am a cripple with a shin splint), I couldn't find my car because I am made up of copious amounts of fail. x_x; But, before that, when we were in Sarabara's car, we took a few more pictures.


<sub>Thumbs up for the YuartelPod! I believe we were listening to Aladdin music in this picture.


THE SYMPHONIAPODS ARE TOGETHER AT LAST!


We decided to rock out to various music while we waited.</sub>

It was a BEYOND AMAZING time. Seriously, I did not want the night to end. Not only did the Grand Cardinals pull a victory over the Cubs, but I got to hang out with my best friend for the first time ever! Seriously, I could hardly contain myself, and I know that I was talking at the speed of light. We also came up with a few more master plans. Seriously, we must have over a hundred of them now. We plan on putting them into a book and getting it published. Oh yes. It will happen.

After Sarabara and I parted ways (believe me, I did not want to), I almost got myself killed, by the way. I decided to go the wrong way down a one-way street (though it WAS an accident), and as a result, I almost got rammed by a hummer whose driver decided to pause when he saw me, and then keep going. x___x Luckily, I survived, and though I got lost a little on the way home, I still made it nonetheless.

Honestly, though, SARABARA YOU ARE MY BFFL. And we MUST hang out again soon! VERY SOON. I DEMAND IT. LOOK AT MY MOOD. I AM LONGING TO HANG OUT WITH YOU AGAIN. SO IT MUST HAPPEN.

SarabaraImissyoualreadycomehangoutinStChuckwithme. ;-;