…and the Friday night before… We started the weekend off with a trip to the Magic House on the only night that we can really tolerate it in our “grown-up low threshold for noise and hubbub while carting around our coats and hers” state. Friday night around dinner time the place empties out, and it…
Category: local haunts
take me out to the (really fantastic) ballgame
It’s hard to top free baseball tickets, twenty rows up from the field on the first base line, on the first day in two months where the thermometer hovered somewhere below 90 degrees. Add in a best buddy, a few overpriced hot dogs, and several fireworks displays, and you have one perfect evening. Her buddy…