From the Notes section of tonight’s scorecard
Want me to explain? Just let me know. And yes, the gametime temperature was 99 degrees. Whee!
Brian goes 2-2, with 2 walks, 1 stolen base, and 1 run scored. O’s win, 5-3.
ETA: Ack! I just saw on Roch’s blog that Tom Hanks, Ron Howard, and Dennis Miller were at the game! (Apparently Tom Hanks is celebrating his 50th birthday by visiting all the major league stadiums.) That explains the seemingly random applause from the lower deck. And I thought the guy they showed during the 7th inning stretch looked familiar…it was Tom Hanks, dancing to “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” and spelling out O-R-I-O-L-E-S. Awesome!
Yesterday was Mary’s wedding, and it was a blast. And Mary looked so happy all day–from the wedding mass right through the reception. So happy, and like she was having the absolute time of her life, which was just so great to see. I can only hope that I look that happy on my wedding day.
One of the things I’ve enjoyed about going back to Gettysburg since graduating is hanging out with people that I didn’t really talk to much in college, and yesterday was no exception. It was a lot of fun hanging out with Mike and Greg. And it’s cool that it seems like every time I go back to Gettysburg, it’s someone different. Which would seem to imply that maybe I should check out one of those DC Gettysburg alum get-togethers.
And today is one of those ideal days where I have absolutely nothing planned. Bliss, I tell you. Bliss.
Your eccentricities don’t make you unapproachable — in fact, they make you more desirable than you realize. Your quirks and specialized interests are part of your unique makeup. Embrace who you are.
Oh, I have, Horoscope Generator. And yet they haven’t made anyone else embrace me. Well, other than my friends. But you know what I’m sayin’.
When I saw the O’s rotation for after the All-Star break, I groaned. I realized that I have tickets to the game with Cabrera and Ortiz starting. And last night…oh, I don’t even want to think about it. Cabrera’s potential is through the roof, but he’s pitching horribly. He started the last game I went to, and it wasn’t pretty, either. What good is throwing 100 MPH if you can’t control it?
Even so, I was surprised when I turned on the tv to watch the game and saw that Cabrera had been sent down to AAA. Happily, this means the return of my Reserve Boyfriend Adam Loewen, who’s been tearing it up down there. I’ve been pleased with how quickly the O’s have been reacting to the crappiness of certain players; I’m hoping this bodes well for the period before the trade deadline.
At least there was a positive from last night; Paul was visiting the East Coast and happened to also be at the O’s game. (Poor guy–he deserved to see a better one.) We had a pleasant time chatting for couple of innings; it was even when the game was still in control. Anyway, as expected, he was very nice and funny.
So at least there was a decent reason for me to miss Big Brother and my evil, funny boyfriend Dr. Will.
ETA: Oh, bliss! Apparently Ortiz is being bumped back a day in the rotation, so hopefully I’ll get to see Adam pitch Monday night.
In my old apartment, we had a balcony with a sliding glass door that led out to it. Colin loved that door. He would sit in front of it and watch for loooong stretches of time. I don’t have a balcony, or sliding glass door, in my new apartment. My bedroom is set up in such a way that he can lie on my bed and look into the backyard.
I didn’t think that was enough. So I went out and got a cat perch to attach to a window in the living room. And unlike most things I buy him, he loved it immediately. Which makes me insanely happy. Plus, he’s super-cute when he’s lying on it. Though it was a bit odd this morning when I left, because I glanced up at my window and there he was, peering down on me.
The complete bareness of my walls finally got to me last weekend, so I determined that I’d actually put stuff up this weekend. So far…I took the paper off a couple of my prints. And I realized that I really, really need to dust. Blech.
Current song in my head:
“Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel
Carol Ann Makosky Spranklin
June 2, 1944 - June 30, 2006
Aunt Carol and Mom on the cruise we took in 1999
The gang (sans a twin) on the pier during the cruise
