Yesterday dawned bright and early. From my constant checks on weather.com, I knew it was going to be a gorgeous day. But I had no idea the hilarity that lay ahead.
Baby Mets and I left at noon for Queens, the land of the New York Metropolitans. Even though she wasn’t attending the festivities (do you know how hard it is to get a fake ID for a two year old?), I took her with me to Queens to drop her off at her aunt’s house. Once that was taken care of (weee, a baby-free 48 hours!), I headed off to the Mother Ship to drop off my car. From there, onto the 7 train!
I got to Lounge 47 at 3 pm, and was pleasantly surprised to find a group already there, including the Big Man, Will Leitch himself. As the alcohol flowed, people trickled in and group introduction were made multiple times. I was very nervous about meeting everyone, but I definitely shouldn’t have been; I should’ve known that Deadspinners are all cool. We had a blast at Lounge 47, and then at 6 pm, we all headed out to Shea.
Getting about 20 people onto a subway proved easier than I thought, even if the ride back to Shea felt longer than the ride out to Lounge 47. Once we were all in (after a few trips to my car to stash some bags), the fun really began. There’s no way to describe watching a ballgame with about 25 hilarious people. I must have laughed during the entire game. We even had a surprise guest – Dan Shanoff! The guys almost made a few tweens cry – don’t worry, they were pissy tweens. When the scoreboard welcomed “Deadspin Pants Party” to Shea, we went nuts.
After the game, our huge group split in two – one went to the Upper West Side, the other went to downtown Manhattahn. I was with the UWS crew, and the fun and drinking continued at The Big Easy. (Okay, guys, this is where I’m candid with you: I only had two beers and a shot last night. I knew I was going to be getting back to Jersey at some time, and I didn’t drink so I could drive. That’s why I remember all this so clearly.)
Anyway, I just got a call to go out to eat, and I’m fucking starving, since all I’ve had since lunch yesterday is some Cheez Doodlez (THEY ARE A MOST DELICIOUS SNACK). I just want to thank everyone who made it out for the East Coast Pants Party. I had a blast, and I hope you all did too.
Two ladies… meet. Clare, you’re next.
Update: Well, the Mets
are 2-0 3-0 have won 4 straight since the Pants Party. Have we brought them the same magic that the Nats got after the DC Shadow Pants Party?