So last night I wrote about birthdays and bananas and I said it was my Thursday night. When in actuality, it was Wednesday night.
This is Thursday night.
I've really got it together sometimes.
Like last weekend when I went to decalcify clean the coffee pot and used the wrong coffee pot manual to do so. I couldn't figure out why the pictures didn't match and it took me longer than I'd care to admit to realize the manual was for a coffee pot of days past.
As I said. Together over here.
I went to my first ever professional baseball game while in Chicago last spring. White Sox versus Red Socks and it was freaking freezing cold, so cold I bought mittens because my hands were turning nice and blue. Blue hands are not fun. I also ate a hot dog and drank a beer because it really seemed like that was what one was supposed to do while at a baseball game.
I also took pictures of a really important home run without knowing it was really important. I don't remember why it was important, but there was something about it which made it special. 32 was his number and that's about where my knowledge on that ends.
Here comes the pitch...
And then here's what happens to Amy...she gets distracted by the yelling people and wondering how they could be so into the game while I sit there and freeze my cowboy boots off.
Turns out they were yelling because it was a home run. See him running. Once again, a case of the something shiny hit me. Yelling people are shiny, oh yes they are. It figures I'd miss the picture of the actual swing.
At this point I was doing basically anything to stay busy and pretend I was warm. Here's me taking a picture of my new mitten.
And then shortly after that, we all high tailed it out of there because it was freaking cold.
I'm not sure I'll ever appreciate the game, but I sure do try. Sun would really help.
The ride back to downtown just might have been my favorite part of the entire experience, watching the city fly by out the window and visiting with Melessa about life. Those two things are much more my style than baseball.