6/30: Your Day
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
Again, because I am terrible at updating LJ, today's entry is about what I did on Saturday, which is when I was supposed to be posting this. Oops!
Philip and I woke up pretty early - probably around 6:30am. Partly because we had to leave for Phoenix by 9am, but mostly because we're always awake ridiculously early. It's a curse. Possibly we'd be able to sleep in on the weekends if we didn't have an east-facing window with no curtains on it, but ... eh. So we got up, showered, and started getting ready to go to the Diamondbacks spring training game with cinderlily & kishi and a bunch of other people, and by 'we started getting ready' I mean that I made sandwiches and got everything ready and he checked his email and twitter feed. Okay, that's not exactly fair, because he did make breakfast ... I mean, it was toast, but that's okay.
We played our silly car game on the drive up to Phoenix (whoever spots a Ford Focus - the car we drive - gets a kiss) - well, he played it, because I was reading Bill Bryson's "Made in America". It's about a two hour drive, but the exit we usually take onto the 101 was closed, so we had a bit of an adventure trying to figure out a new way to go. Google Maps wasn't helping much with directions, as it just kept telling us to turn around and take the exit. Thanks, Google Maps. But eventually we found the way to the ballpark, parked at the shopping center next door to avoid paying $5-10 for parking, and sat in the car while we ate our sandwiches and sun chips (the Garden Salsa flavor is so delicious). We stopped to check out a few cars in the McDonald's car show on the short walk to the park, bought a bottle of water to drink on the way into the stadium, and headed over to find our friends.
(We were told they'd be on the right field lawn, and as soon as we entered the park I promptly pointed to the left field lawn and said, "So over there, right?" Wrong. Good job, me!)
cinderlily and Timm were already there, as were a few others, but kishi was LATE LATE LATE. He claims he parked further away at first ... right. Anyway. We spread out our blanket right behind cinderlily's but I mostly ended up sitting on hers the whole time. The game was less than inspiring, but the fun part was heckling the Royal's right fielder, Jeff Francoeur, which quickly turned into loving the Royal's right fielder, as he took it like a champ, laughed a few times, and tossed a ball to us (naturally, it was handed to the nearest tiny child). By 'heckling', I don't mean it in the traditional sense - there was no, "Hey Frenchy, you suck!" it was all, "Frenchy, Star Trek or Star Wars? Scratch your head if it's Star Trek!", asking him how he felt about the situation in Libya, and asking him if he'd tried the ballpark consessions. Instead of yelling "Charge!" when the organ music played, we yelled, "Frenchy!". He was replaced by Lorenzo Cain in the later innings, and though Cain waved at us as he was leaving the field once, he was no Frenchy.
Philip and I went home after the game - we had hoped to make it back in time to watch the end of the Wildcats game, but ended up hearing them lose on the radio. Should have gone for the 2 instead of the 3 at the end, boys. We showered again when we got home - any time I'm out in the sun I have to slather on sunscreen, and I hate how it feels, so I wanted to wash it all off. We sort of half-heartedly discussed what to make for dinner, but Philip decided we should go out instead, so I put on my cute new blue dress from Target and we went to Joe's Crab Shack, where I promptly had ... clam chowder and salad. Hey, I wasn't that hungry.
Afterwards, we stopped by Casa Video, rented a Chris Rock stand-up DVD, and went home. I changed into my pj's, Philip made me tea, and we messed around on the internet for a little while until SNL started, and then I went to bed because I can't stand Russell Brand and listening to him for an hour and a half was too much for me.