Fen. Way. PARK.
Yeah, that’s right, I have finally seen the Big Green Monster with my very own eyes. As we walked from the T station to the ballpark, the conversation with my dad went something like:
Ohmigod, it’s the Citgo sign! I need to get a photo.
THE CITGO SIGN, Dad!
I don’t get it.
If you haven’t yet figured it out, I was not personally surrounded by baseball fans. I didn’t buy any memorabilia, because the “Big Green Monstah” T-shirt that I wanted didn’t come in a girlie cut. I took a bunch of photos, and I’ll keep the ticket stub. We left after the 4th inning (again, I was not with baseball fans) and piled 6 people into Laura’s car for the drive back to base camp.
Tomorrow, I return home to the land of Coors Field and the Rockies. Also, my hair should calm down to a point where it is no longer swelling into a sentient being and trying to kill me. This humidity is enough to make a gal want to shave her head entirely. Okay, that might be the humidity, combined with the sweltering heat. Every time someone asks me why I moved to Colorado when I neither ski nor snowboard, this very weather is the thought that runs through my head.
I would like to send a shout out, right here and now, to Dave & Jessi. My neighbors, who are also my friends, took it upon themselves to drive me to (and pick me up from!) the airport for this little trip. I know that their upcoming move to Chicago is the right thing for them to do, but I would like to publicly say: SUCKS FOR COLORADO. The whole gang here is very sad to see them go.
Okay, for tomorrow: photos, links, and more detail about food, some sightseeing, and whatever else I can remember. It’s been wicked cool, kids. Thanks fah havin’ me.
3 responses to “Bahstahn, part II”
I think it’s awesome that I can read these blogs and find them hugely entertaining despite the fact that I have very little idea what some of them are about.
Seriously. It wasn’t until you mentioned “baseball” that I started to get an inkling. Never fear, though, Google came to the rescue again.
I get the heat thing though. Hear hear.
It seems to me you’d just buy one of the cool t-shirts and alter it back at home. If I had sewing skills like yours (don’t be modest) that’s what I’d do.
There will always be a slice of pie for Colorado in our hearts. We will visit as often as we can.