Friday I watched Roger Federer take Marty Fish to school. It was great night for tennis - cool, great seats, eye-candy.
Federer is wonderful to watch. Agile, exact, graceful even. He went on to win the whole thing this afternoon.
Saturday night we got front row tickets for the Reds versus Cubs game.
Oh, did I say front row? I meant last row, by the fence. It was actually pretty nice. There was a cool breeze and luckily we had a little extra room around us while most of the sold-out crowd was packed in like sardines. More room to each nachos and helmet sundaes is key.
The Reds lost, but it was another gorgeous night.
We were supposed to spend Sunday packing. Our move (to nowhere) is looming, and even though we don't know where we're going to live, we know it won't be here. House hunting has turned to earnest apartment hunting.
Oh, did I say earnest apartment hunting? I meant panicked apartment hunting.
But we spent the hours we would have packed at the park instead. The reprieve from the heat has been too lovely not to spend outside. Plus, Missy's wedding is coming up soon and I had to get to the business of writing her ceremony.
No better place than in the grass at Ault Park.
Please, call me Rev.
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