Once again this weekend was jam packed of events, activities and exhaustion. My little family manages to fit more into two days and three nights than I ever thought humanly possible. (Except for my sister whose family does more in a lifetime that I could do with three lifetimes, but that is another post.)
Friday night was good food and a picnic on the dock. Saturday started with a three mile hike with both children and a late lunch. Then the real fun started...
Friday night was good food and a picnic on the dock. Saturday started with a three mile hike with both children and a late lunch. Then the real fun started...
Jeff and I went out without the children to see, wait for it, Paul McCartney. Now, when this idea came up on Thursday, I thought, huh? First of all, the tickets were crazy expensive and money hasn't been falling out of the sky lately. Then, I remembered a promise I made to Jeff to go enjoy live music with him more. This is one of his favorite things in the world, behind the Denver Broncos, and I said yes. We lined up the fabulous grandparents to come stay in our house for the night while we ventured out into the real world with grownup friends.
The night almost started off horrible. There were no cabs from my parents house to the fabulous AT&T Park. I was NOT wearing walkin' shoes and a bad mood was preparing to rear it's ugly head. It was foggy and cold and at least three miles.
Foggy, cold and 7 Million Miles away...
But miracle of miracles...
A very nice, very strong man came by on a pedi-cab to carry us to our destination. Jeff has never been so happy to see someone.
The Venue...
Waiting on Sir Paul...
The lights, the people...
It was three hours of music, fun and people watching...
Thank you Jeff for making it a wonderful night. You are a wonderful man and not just because you put up with me in too high heals which could potentially lead to a bad mood.
happymommy
