Last week, the hubs and I got out for a date night and we went to see the Mets battle the Nats. I cannot tell you how naked I felt carrying only my phone and ID.
I wore a jersey that was the hubs when he was 11. I call that vintage.
Walking in, I was giddy. Hand holding and a bit of bouncy excitement for being out. Alone.
Of course, the only reasonable first stop sans kiddos, was for beer.
Crazy overpriced, Washington Nationals beer.
But it was a gorgeous night!
The Nationals have these weird President head things that come out to throw t-shirts. Cooper did get some serious laughs seeing the pictures of them, though.
Even though the Mets lost, (in the 12th inning!) we celebrated their next day’s win with some serious piles of wings and fries.
And now this week, I’m hitting the running hard core. I have 3 weeks until we head to NY for my SIL’s bridal shower and bachelorette party. The latter is on a boat. A BOAT. And I must wear a bathing suit. Sweet mercies. Thank goodness my new double jogger came in Saturday!
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