First One!

I was thinking, many months ago, about what I wanted to get Special K for a wedding gift – knowing that such things are totally optional, but also knowing that he’s a very generous individual who doesn’t typically spend a lot of time or money on himself. All of a sudden, inspiration struck, and I knew I had to get him Nationals season tickets. Since a full season would have cost about as much as our wedding reception, I was relieved to find that they have smaller packages available, and I got him a 20-game pack of tickets.

Yesterday, we were treated to some beautiful spring weather, which seemed like a good time for our first game of the season. We broke in “our” seats last night, to watch the Nats get nailed by the Marlins, but as Special K explained, this season is supposed to be kind of a throw-away season, as they’re looking to develop a lot of the young talent they got a hold of in the off-season. Or something like that. I don’t follow baseball as closely as him, so you’d have to talk to him for a more coherent discussion, although I have a feeling that I’ll become more literate as the season wears on. I did, however, emphasize that I bought him these tickets so that he could take friends and family and anyone he wanted – I didn’t expect to go with him to all the games.

But there’s something about a ballpark hot dog with ketchup and mustard, washed down with an icy cold beer for dinner that’s just freakin’ awesome. (And I love that our seats are near the Harp/Guiness stand, so there’s no Bud Lite for us!) While the Racing Presidents don’t quite compare to the Sausage Race at Miller Park, it’s still pretty funny, especially when you see the presidents just kind of hanging out in the park watching the game. I feel bad for whoever sits behind them, though.

And in case any of you were worried, it appears that Milo is feeling more relaxed at home.

Made My Day...

Courtesy of my friend Brian, this is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a long time. Sound is imperative, as is privacy if you’re at work.

Marathon

(I'd like to send out a belated happy birthday to MadCity. My favorite April Fool's! And I'm sure he's never heard that before. Ever. Kind of like I've never heard the song "Mandy". Although, I no longer need to, because I heard the ultimate rendition a couple of weeks ago, thankyouverymuch. But I digress. Happy Birthday, Dude!)

Special K and I just went to our third wedding for the month of March on Saturday. Granted, one of them was ours, but still – three in one month! I suppose we’re part of this “wave”. I remember about 3 ½ - 4 years ago, a ton of my friends were getting married, and several friends and I commented that these things tend to come in waves. I guess I’m in the second wave – or at least, the second wave of the people I know. Although, I don’t think I know anyone else getting married this year – so maybe it was just a hiccup. Of course, if you look at The Knot, it’s a perpetual tidal wave. Throws your perspective off a bit.

We’ve decided to have our families and some friends who might as well be family over for Easter dinner, which also happens to be my mom’s birthday. It should be a lot of fun, and it’s good because it’s kind of forcing us to have the house looking presentable by this weekend. We’re actually making good progress, thanks to a sideboard that we got for the kitchen and assembled last night. Our kitchen looks like a real kitchen! It’s functional and it has stuff in the right places! It’s so exciting!

I have such a sad little life sometimes…

In any event, our goal is to have boxes down to a bare minimum by that time – although I’ve still got to pack up my old bedroom at my old apartment, so we don’t want to chuck ‘em all. I think we’re not going to do a lot with that stuff until our guest room (currently our “crap repository”) is cleaned out. In the meantime, I’ve been working on a menu that is almost complete…I think.

I’ve started running again and I’m re-gaining good progress after many months away, and Special K also bought his first new pair of running shoes in many years so that he can keep me company when he wishes. But also so that he can not destroy his shins when he goes to the gym, as he had been doing with his old shoes. His very, very old shoes. Shins are helpful things – we like shins. But we also like running. I think running has something to do with me fitting into the dress I wore to wedding #3. (It’s a more likely culprit than “optimism”.)