We were all packed and ready for Saturday's Nationals game. In the car (on time!), raincoats, stadium blankets, crackers, crackerjacks, water and scorebook in tow ...
We pulled into the $12 parking lot at RFK and were told the game was rescheduled for September 18.
BOOOO!
Good call though, cause it rained a monsoon all night. So, we went to Hooters.
Yep. Me, Marc, Jo and Sarah. Hooters. And our waitress had huge ones. Fake too. We ate massive amounts of trans-fat that I'm still trying to digest.
Since we missed the game yesterday, poor Marc is forced to watch baseball on his only 50 inch television ....
Yep. A deprived man right here. I guess he'll have to get some Gromit-love to make up for the deficiencies in his life.
Gromit-love really does make it all better.
I never took pictures of the BLACK EYE when it was REALLY FUCKING BLACK. Sorry folks. I was in a codeine haaazzzzeeee for a few days.
I'm back baby! Blogging away. I may have a black eye, but I DO NOT have skin cancer anymore. WooHoo.



