Geez I'm annoying.

So on Friday afternoons I get bored and start asking Jesse stupid questions. It's pretty fun to see how long he lasts without yelling at me.
He must be in a friggin' fantastic mood today.

Me: o jesse, i must ask you something important
Jesse: important?...it must be shoe related
Me: good guess but no
Me: do baseball games sell booze other than beer?
Jesse: yea....they have some fancy frozen daquari type stuffs
Me: o excellent, i was about to boo and hiss the rangers
Jesse: and the restaurant sells like liquor i think
Me: "the restaurant", what kind of f*ckery is that
Jesse: there's a restaurant in right field. it used to be a tgi fridays
Me: stfu
Me: in the middle of the field?
Jesse: i hate you
Me: wait i dont get it
Jesse: right field bleachers
Me: well you didnt say that, did u
Jesse: near home run porch
Me: home run porch?
Me: are there rocking chairs?
Jesse: mmmmm
Me: jesus, this is going to be confusing
Me: so im going to sit in the outfield on a rocking chair if i want booze?
Me: that seems inconvenient
Jesse: the 2nd deck is home run porch
Me: why
Jesse: you'll see the restaurant behind it
Me: why
Jesse: because it's short to right field and quite a few home runs make it up there
Me: short?
Jesse: distance from home plate to the right field wall
Me: where you drink booze on rocking chairs
Jesse: no rocking chairs
Jesse: it's a colloquial name for that area of seating
Me: well that seems silly
Me: with wind chimes and rocking chairs?
Jesse: no wind chimes or rocking chairs anywhere in the stadium
Me: and bug zappers?
Jesse: there might be bug zappers
Me: geez you are being oddly patient with me today
Me: even when im trying really hard to be annoying