The Husband and I are on our way to The City. For those of you NOT from California, The City = San Francisco. And while we're on the subject, no one from Cslifornia calls it 'Frisco or Cali, for that matter.
We scored a couple of tickets to see The Husband's favorite team, The Giants, play. Thank you, Ashley. Weve been to about 5 games as a couple, and they've lost every time. So I guess I should apologize to all the Giants fans right now: prepare for certain doom.
The Husband isn't a big foodie. You could serve him a cold hotdog or filet Mignon and he'd be equally content. He eats for fuel which I find fascinating. Except at ATT Park. The first time we went to a Giants Gabe, I was stunned: he ate the ENTIRE time. Popcorn, peanuts, garlic fries, hot dog -- it was amazing. I mentioned that to him and he just grinned like a kid who just heard there's ice cream.
I love when he gets excited about stuff. He's a pretty even keel kid, unlike hyperactive me. Seeing him happy about garlic fries and the Giants makes sports all worthwhile. I love him happy! Here's too an evening kid-free and with a big pile of ballpark snacks!