We capped off the week with a glass of wine (or two) and the ball game on Friday night. Neither of which is unusual at our house. The Jays were winning (OK, kind of unusual lately, but we are hoping things turn around soon), and the wine was flowing (again, not unusual for a Friday night). The whole family got into the spirit of the game, high-fiving eachother when a run came in and cheering the team on from the sofa. It was very exciting.
So exciting, in fact, that I opened my rather large mouth (this is where things start to go sideways on me), look to Findley and say (wait for it…) “They are giving away free visors on Sunday, why don’t we get tickets and go downtown to the game? It will be a blast!” (hiccup).
Bronwyn had a birthday party to go to on Sunday afternoon (she has quite the social calendar lately), so it would be just me and the boy. Nice, since most of our activities have us paired off by gender, Dean taking Finn to hockey and me taking Bronwyn shopping.
Loving the idea, I jumped onto the computer, logged into the Jays website and a few clicks later, was the proud owner of two 500-level seats for the game. Finn and I are now doing a happy dance and imagining a sunny afternoon with the boys of summer, munching on hot dogs and washing them down with nice cold beer (or slushies, depending on who was imagining).
Fast-forward to Saturday morning… I wake up with a pounding head and a vague recollection of ball games and visors… Too late to back down now, Finn is super-excited about Sunday’s game and Dean has a “you did this to yourself” grin on his face all day. Definitely time to slow down the flow of wine on the weekends. Or maybe unplug the internet. Not sure which would be more practical.
We managed to make it to the game in time to get our visors, grab a couple of dogs and find our seats. It wasn’t the best game the Jays have ever played, but it was nice to spend the afternoon with my favorite boy.
I know Finn enjoyed himself to, even though he told me he’d never go to a Blue Jays game with me again, because daddy always buys him popcorn, but I denied him this ritual. In my defense, he got peanuts AND trading cards AND 2 drinks (daddy usually makes him go to the water fountain after the first).