We had the company suite at Angels' Stadium Friday night. But I think I prefer the cheap seats. Something about being around the unruly drunken masses goes hand in hand with baseball. Ready access to booze. Easier to throw peanuts. The "luxury" suites seem to just insulate you from baseball. But I'm not complaining. It's still fun.
Can you imagine growing up with the name "Colon?" Who's laughing now.
My name in lights, courtesy of Verizon text messaging. Didn't see any marriage proposals on the screen, I guess it's still uncouth.
There's a cow on the field.
Hhhmmmm.... America's favorite past time has some subtext.
I was very sad at the slow pace of progress, so I moved some things into the kitchen cupboards. Yes, I will have to take everything out again. But it's been so long that I need to pretend I'm using the kitchen, even if it's only putting dirty cups and garbanzo beans in the cabinets.
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