Then, lunch with a friend.
A trip to my sister's to pick up some wiffleball bats, and a quick toss with my 4 year old nephew.
Back to my friend's; then beers in hand, a walk across the street to the snow-covered ball field.
With only 3 of us able to play -- and a bunch of friends "too busy" to join us -- we played wiffleball like kids. Sort of.We pitched, we hit, we fielded. In the snow. Our shoes got wet, the bottom of our jeans got wet, and some of us even fell in the snow several times. We laughed, made fun of each other, and cheered great hits and impressive catches.
But we didn't spill our beers.
We played like kids. With grown-up drinks. :)
3 comments:
May just be me, but it sure does seem like you're enjoying being you lately. :D
Good thing you grown ups have kid friends to loan you the "equipment" you need for your adventures... sleds, wiffleball bats... what's next? Super soakers in the springtime??!! :)
This brings up memories for me - same kind of thing, but no beer though (probably not a good idea at that age heh). Sounds like you had a really nice time of it
Post a Comment