Emily and I went to a San Francisco Giants Major League Baseball game this past Sunday. It was enjoyable. Our seats were pretty rad: top of the lower level behind home plate, very close to the far right side of the press box. We ate soup in bread bowls, a big pretzel, and these ice cream things called Dibs that had 99% of our daily saturated fat. We also walked around the stadium and looked out at the kayakers in the bay. Barry Bonds didn’t hit a home run and the Giants didn’t even score a run… but we still had a good time.
We head to North Carolina this Friday night. Call me if you want to hang out! Emily and I want to see Super Bad. It stars George Michael from Arrested Development. It looks delightfully awkward.