Archive for April, 2013
This past weekend Meg and I went out to celebrate our nine years together. We had dinner at the new Café Napoli in Town & Country and enjoyed a bottle of Barbera at home on Saturday nite.
It was a nice, low key way to commemorate our many years together. And it was way better than what we did last year.
Today was a great reminder of how much I enjoy being with Megan, because she is nowhere to be found. She left this morning for a couple of days in Washington D.C. and I’m here at home with the doggies trying to remember how to cook.
Wish me luck!
Last year I fell in love with the 2011 World Series replica ring that the Cardinals gave away, so I was thrilled to hear that there would be another ring giveaway at Busch Stadium in 2013. Tonite was 2006 World Series replica ring giveaway
And as it turned out, a mini high school reunion!
That’s me with Dan, Kelly and Steph representing Class of ’96, and that dude next to me is just some punk-ass sophomore crashing the picture. As it turned out, we picked a hell of a good game. The first two Cardinal batters hit home runs! This pissed off the opposing pitcher for the Pirates something fierce, and two batters later he hit Craig high and inside. The umpire threw out the pitcher immediately, before he had even recorded an out! The Pirates manager was soon tossed as well, and the Cardinals thumped the Pirates 9-1. What a game!
Afterwards my high school posse headed to the bars and acted a FOOL.
But with all this much bling what did you expect?!?
I’ve got a week full of events so I’ll be putting off the recap of The Cabin Trip. Instead, let me tell the story of the beginning of another trip as I continue on #WaybackWednesday with Year On The Road.
Here’s me with my cousin Jessica at Clearwater Beach on April 24, 2003.
Ten years ago today is the first time I ever spent a day hanging out with my cousin. As the only cousin I had on my father’s side, I hadn’t had much of a chance to get to know her. Like me, she was born in the northeast and then moved away when her parents spilt. Whereas I went to Missouri, she went to the Florida. Looking back after having lived in Florida I can see it must’ve been a tough place to grow up. Kids are second class citizens, and seniors are first.
This week in 2003 I was heading down to Tampa after a pitstop in Nashville. I was just beginning what was to be a massive month long trip. The first leg was in Tampa at the wedding of my Aunt Carol, my dad’s younger sister. Since I was driving down past Jessica’s town on my way I volunteered to give her a ride down to the big city. I remember her space cadet mother insisted that I come inside the house and see her pet tarantula. That now strikes me as very Floridian.
We arrived down in Tampa on the 24th, and Jess and I headed straight to Clearwater beach. The weather was nice and we were both anxious to work on our tans. Also very Floridian.
Since my sister bailed on the wedding so she could finish finals and graduate on time, that left me and Jess and as the only folks to fill in the 15-30 bracket. A couple of kids in a room full of adults for a whole weekend; I was grateful to have a partner.
I’m hoping to see Jess on the #EastCoastTrip in June, but she’s a busy girl as of late. I keep track of her at @ScorpioQueen_1 and you should too; that girl tweets LIKE A BOSS. Right now she’s in Egypt buying fabric for when she starts fashion school in New York this fall.
Girl has got her shit together! Hope to see her soon.