Saturday night Emily took me to the Nats game. First time at the new park in the year I've been back. We scored sweet seats and had a good time, catching up on each other's lives over the last month, drinking summer shandys. The Nats won.
It was my first Saturday night back in town, and it was the perfect way to ease into the new (and last, praise baby Jesus) school year.Of which I am petrified. But anyways...
(Ed. note: OK, the above is a lie. But I needed write something because nobody else is saying anything about Giant Butters, due largely in part to the fact that nobody else knows this blog exists.)
Giant Butters FAQ:
1.) Who are you, Giant Butters?
You can call me Butters. Only my parents call me by my full name.
Nothing quite like a night at the ball park...which reminds me, I want to catch one more game before the end of the year.
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