First National League game

Yesterday was a good vacation day. After a nice brunch with friends, I jetted down to RFK Stadium to watch the Washington Nationals play the New York Mets. In all my years of following baseball, this was the first time I'd ever attended a National League game, a fact that surprised my friends considering what a big baseball fan I am. But, despite my baseball fandom, I'd only ever been to Tiger Stadium, Comerica Park, New Cominskey Park, Yankee Stadium, and Camden Yards - all AL parks. So this was a first.

Eh. It was alright. RFK Stadium is clearly not a baseball park, but I understand they're building one down there as we speak. It's boxy and has the feel of somethign temporary. We bought $11 seats and sat in a much better section that we were assigned, and it was a good day. The Nationals lost 13-4, so we saw a lot of offense, and I guess that's a good thing.

Afterwards, we headed to a bar. I somehow didn't eat between 10am and 9pm, though, and the beers went straight to my head. I was pretty drunk, and ended up talking about way more stuff than I had expected to, and drunk dialing people that I probably shouldn't have. But that's okay. I don't ride the tilt-a-whirl that often anymore in my old age, but it's good to know that I haven't lost my reputation as a funny drunk.

D and J took me to a Mexican restaurant afterwards, and the food was good, but when I awoke this morning, I had salsa on both my sweatshirt and my pants. I crashed on their couch, and now I'm back in Baltimore, ready to go to the gym and sweat this hangover off.

I work tonight. Caleb Stein performs. Good stuff.