Major Mojo

Yesterday Liz and I attended a Mariners game (#5 of the season) and had a great time. Like true Seattle yuppies, we avoided peanuts and cracker jacks in favor of salmon ceaser salad and chowder from Ivars, and got coffee rather than beer. It was an excellent game: the Mariners were down, then up, then down again at the last second, and it came down to the last at-bat. I would have been disappointed in a shutout either way, or a game where no one scored.

Then we bummed around the UD for a while, going to church and picking up the lone funnybook of the week, until we hit a co-workers house for a fine dinner and great conversation. It was one of those evenings where everyone sits around the table after dinner ends, and no one suggests retiring to the living room because it might change the vibe of the discussion and things seem to be going just fine as they are, thankyouverymuch. We left several hours later without realizing how much time had passed. That's a good evening.