Skip to main content

Phillie Phanatics.

By revolutionaire.
Jon-Michael took me to a Phillies Spring Training game on Saturday. This photo is he and I at the ball park after the Seventh Inning Stretch. J.M.'s holding our blanket under his arm.

We sat on the berm off left field. And were right next to the bull pen where all those studly major leaguers were throwing practice pitches. (and signing autographs for adorable little leaguers with sharpies.)

It was a first for me. And a thoroughly enjoyable one.

I met J.M. at his house around 9:30 and we left for the park shortly after a quick, home-made breakfast.

In the truck I applied about a half a bottle of sunblock to my arms and legs. And when we arrived at the park, I applied more to my face and hands. I don't like the oily feeling of it on my face, so I hold off putting it on as long as possible. And thankfully, despite sitting in the direct afternoon sun for several hours, not an inch of my skin was crisp, tender, or red.

We took a stroll around the park before we left and I got some pretty neat pictures (I think).

After the ball game, we were planning on heading to the beach. I am in desperate need of a relaxing beach retreat. So we set off in the direction of the coast and just a few minutes into our journey, we were faced with three lanes of bumper to bumper, Hellish, beach-bound traffic. I said screw it. We made a last minute turn to the right and followed the coast line awhile. We pulled off the road and walked along the sea wall. As nice as the ocean breeze was, it wasn't what I needed. I did, however, enjoy what I could get.

So we left the sea-wall and headed back -- just in time to catch the post-game traffic from Hell. So we stopped at TGI Friday's and ate a really delicious and reasonably priced lunch. And our waiter was fantastic. And we missed all the traffic. What a win-win-win!

By the time we were on the road again, I was so fatigued from the sun I fell asleep within minutes of being back in the car. I napped for a solid half hour while J.M. drove. He's such a loving boyfriend. Car rides make me sleepy and he doesn't mind if I pass out and let him do all the responsible stuff like drive and navigate and DJ.

After arriving at his house, showering, and relaxing for literally . . . a minute, I headed home. Since I've moved, I've been testing L&B to see how long they could go without being taken for a walk. Not because I want to neglect them, but because I want to know what their threshold is in the event I can't get home at my usual time. Saturday night, they were teetering on their threshold when I got home.

All in all, the day was brilliant. We got to spend time together, share something new, and enjoy one of the most beautiful days Florida's seen this year! We did, however, realize that more than anything Jon-Michael and I need the kind of vacation where we "lay in each other's ever-loving arms and watch sunsets while drinking mojitos."

Call us selfish, but we really don't get enough quality time together alone. It's a shitty situation sometimes, but we make the best of it.

Comments

Samsmama said…
Sounds like an awesome day! I really enjoy going to baseball games, but our team sucks! And the only thing I miss about Florida is the ocean view.
March 24, 2009 at 2:03 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Go Relax! (And I have a question for my readers.)

By revolutionaire.
Okay ... maybe I've been under a bit of stress lately. I'll admit, I have a tendency to carry a packed schedule. And for the most part, I can do this quite well. But there are times -- and I think they come in waves -- that I need to gtfo and decompress. This is why you suddenly find out I went to the beach, or was MIA for an entire weekend. It happens. It's been happening for my entire adult life. Those who know me, either embrace it, or get over the fact that I'm not changing. But I have to confess, even for me, the schedule lately has been an overwhelming one. At the end of May I was looking at my calendar and realized from that day through the middle of July, there isn't a single vacant weekend. I wish I were kidding. As much as I love being busy and having parties, volunteering, getting together with friends for coffee, and all of that fun stuff, if I don't get to take a long, retardedly hot shower every few nights and turn my phone off from time to time, ...
5 comments
Read more

This Just In...

By revolutionaire.
One of my favorite members/clients just called for the second time today. He is one of my favorites because he's always polite, asks to talk to me when he needs something he knows is my job to do, and always says he appreciates everything I do here. Earlier he said I sounded tired and that I should catch up on my sleep all weekend, the second time he called, he said I sounded a little better, but I must have partied far too hard. When I told him I actually worked last night, he said, "wow, you work two jobs... dang girl." I've decided I'm taking that as a compliment. This just in : I hung up the phone after taking a message from him and it immediately rang back. When I answered it, it was him AGAIN. This time I laughed when he identified himself and said, "you just want to talk to me, don't you?" His answer was actually yes. When I politely declined, he was all, "oh, I understand. Could I talk to Fred?" When I turned around to look for Fred...
10 comments
Read more

603.

By revolutionaire.
I never told you this story, but when I was a three, I had to have physical therapy for a broken femur. Every single day we drove to PT, we went over a small, fairly insignificant overpass with had a shopping plaza below it. The address for the shopping plaza was just barely visible over the bridge. And it was 603. And every single day as we went over, I would excitedly blurt out the numbers to show my mom I recognized them. This turned into a game for us. And eventually, a tradition. Fast forward into my "more grown up" ages ... like ... high school. And, if you could be a fly in my truck, you would have without a doubt witnessed me driving over the overpass by myself and, sure enough, I'd just say it ... "six oh three." Shortly after high school is when I met Seth, Tommy, Leif, Troy, and Jonesy in Gainesville. Still, there was no connection. Their friends and families came to visit, we then bonded, they returned home, and still, nothing. It wasn't until th...
5 comments
Read more