As I mentioned in my last entry, Vic and I got to see each other over the weekend. We went to a Pirates game with his sister and her husband. The first few innings were sort of fun. The team did well, and despite the heat, it was great to just spend time together. At the end of the fourth inning, we decided to get some drinks because we were sitting on the 3rd baseline in 90°+ heat.
|We like coordinating t-shirts, even if|
it isn't the right team for the event.
Eventually, I did wind up going to first aid where they just took my pulse and let me sit for a few minutes. Needless to say, we didn't go back to our seats. We just stood/sat in shaded areas for the rest of the game. (We had really gone for each other's company, if nothing else.) I have the best boyfriend in the world.
Apart from making comments about Dorito-colored celebrities and feeling like death at baseball games, summer's been pretty low-key. I have some family arriving in town later this month to celebrate the grad party and visit, which will be a lot of fun.
My parents have also been trying to fix the vacuum cleaner and they continue to make unintentional innuendos and it's taking most of the willpower I have to not make really bad jokes when they do. I mean, you can't just say things like, "Well, jam it in there!" and "Maybe if I blow it..." without my mind wandering...