I want to cry that it’s the last day of July. With four more weeks to go in the depressing march towards Labor Day, today I vowed to take time to appreciate each succulent summer day in August.
Yesterday we celebrated the joint 30th birthday of our dear friends Dan and Katie, who are possibly two of the most awesome people ever. The chosen venue for this momentous event: Nats Park on Jayson Werth bobblehead night! YEA!
First, Jeff and I had a horrendous, soul-crushing, hour+ voyage on the bus and metro. Apparently there was some huge soccer game going on here last night, so we were crammed on a car with nine jillion Olé-ing idiots with no concept of metro decorum. Like: if a door attempting to close is repeatedly closing ON your limbs/bag/anywhere else on your person, that is an indication your mass exceeds the available volume on the car. Give up the dream and wait 90 seconds for the next one. You’ll make it to your precious “match.” Or: if you’re part of a large herd of people slowly moving together, don’t STOP, bend over, and adjust the velcro on your foot-boot-cast thing. I am sorry for your orthopedic troubles, but PLEASE, sufferin’ succotash, just excuse yourself out of the flow of people to tend to your metatarsals. Idiots!
We self entertained…
Spoiler alert… one escalator was functional!
We started off the night in Das Bullpen (the German themed neighbor of The Bullpen… Hee, the name cracks me up). Uhh, this next sight was DEFINITELY a highlight of the night… omigod, dude! Leave your baby at home OR make the baseball game a little more family friendly by skipping pre-gaming and corn hole!
Game time!
Afterwards we went back to the Bullpen… My husband is a riot…
SUCH a fun night. Happy birthday Dan and Katie!
And because it’s been 72 hours since I showered the internet with Chooch pictures, here you go 
And even if you are sick of him, you cannot deny these are REALLY CUTE:
OK… off to clean, grill, and watch the Bachelorette Men Tell All special tonight!! I mean… uhh… something cultured…
