It started with my parents leaving to head home to Hawaii at 5:45 a.m., which presented a REAL conundrum, as I had the choice to go back to sleep, or get on with it. As it turns out, I decided to buck up, stay awake and watch an episode of Friday Night Lights before getting the kids ready for school...then heading off for a round of golf with Mike and friends, on the most BEAUTIFUL spring day here in St. Louis. It was GLORIOUS.
Golf was followed by lunch, before heading to pick up the kiddos.
The school that we left in March had their last day yesterday--and we met lots of our friends at the park to catch up, and hang out. I really miss that school. But I slid back in rather seamlessly at their end-of-the-year celebration. See, we haven't REALLY left.
So, here's where it gets good. We were catching up, and then my friend Becky (who we golfed and had lunch with) asked if we wanted to go to the Cardinal's game that night.
First reaction: There's no way, I've been up for YEARS, and I still have 3.5 seasons of Friday Night Lights to get through.
But then the reality set in--SIX tickets to a Cardinal's game for free, with great friends, on a perfect night (not the 82-degree, full-sun, sweat fest we sat through last week). This is what the Mayans prophesied about as a win-win, I'm pretty sure.
As it turns out, there weren't just six free tickets...there were 100. Basically an entire section. Seriously--WHEN does that ever happen? In the home of the reigning World Series Champions, I might add. Mike did his part to help distribute some tickets (harder than you might think, with 2.5 hours to game time), and then we headed home to dress our kids in red, put on (more) deodorant, and haul ass to Busch Stadium.
The seats were in left field, RIGHT next to the foul pole, and just a row up from Matt Holliday. Who happened to give a small wave to G's best friend last night, when she yelled "Hi, Matt Holliday!" I am not kidding when I tell you that this night was what it looks like when the stars align and the heavens pour down an incredible amount of awesome tickets, and bacon wrapped hot dogs and cotton candy for the kids. It could only have been made better if it was "free chardonnay night" at the ballpark, but I'm pretty sure there are legal restrictions and liabilities that make that impossible--or SURELY it would have happened.
We left in the 8th inning, just before the win (and the official shut-out by Wainwright); the kids were in bed at 10 p.m., and I ended the day much like it began, with another episode of Friday Night Lights.
Best. Day. EVER.