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Jul. 18th, 2004 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taerowynHad a phenomenal day yesterday - a most pleasant suprise considering how the day started. Got volunteered to help with the Great Annual Fish Count Celebration in Gloucester. It's about an hour-plus drive and I was told to be there at 8:30, which I was. My boss who was supposed to meet me there arrived at the punctual hour of 10:30. Thankfully the co-organizer was there so I helped him set-up and such. Spent the day sitting at a table dealing with my boss' truly unorganized system of tracking the divers, but got through the 6 hour event ok. And then the good stuff began.
The event was at Stage Fort Park so you can bet I wasn't going to just leave when I was that close to the beach. Found myself a nice big rock to climb and sat overlooking the water for a little over an hour. Instant relaxation, of course. So I'm in a happy zen state when my phone rings. I'd told my Southampton friends, who now live in Salem, that I would be in their area and they were calling to see what I was up to. Got driving directions from them, got down off my rock and headed over.
They had tickets to a minor league game so we went. The North Shore Spirit or some such. Four dollar tickets for seats in the front row of the second section right along the third base line. I could definitely get into that. I'm not a true fan or anything, but I do enjoy baseball games. Course I spent most of the game either chatting or mocking the crowd and/or players, but that's fun too, damnit.
The opposing team was so bad. Their first pitcher loaded the bases three times in two innings and one of those times was with three walks in a row. It still took two innings before he was replaced. We left at the top of the seventh when the score was 10 - 1. The only suspense was really whether the other team got on the score board and since they did, beating the traffic took priotity (Final score was 11-1, guess the new pitcher should have been the starter).
So, here I sit, the day after, ever so content. Still nicely relaxed, body a puddle of goo from being in the sun most of the day (I love that sun-warmed-muscle feeling). I'm a little sore from rock-climbing/bleacher-sitting/climbing the world's steepest hill to the car post-game, but it's the good kind of gently-used muscle ache. Just a good day.
The event was at Stage Fort Park so you can bet I wasn't going to just leave when I was that close to the beach. Found myself a nice big rock to climb and sat overlooking the water for a little over an hour. Instant relaxation, of course. So I'm in a happy zen state when my phone rings. I'd told my Southampton friends, who now live in Salem, that I would be in their area and they were calling to see what I was up to. Got driving directions from them, got down off my rock and headed over.
They had tickets to a minor league game so we went. The North Shore Spirit or some such. Four dollar tickets for seats in the front row of the second section right along the third base line. I could definitely get into that. I'm not a true fan or anything, but I do enjoy baseball games. Course I spent most of the game either chatting or mocking the crowd and/or players, but that's fun too, damnit.
The opposing team was so bad. Their first pitcher loaded the bases three times in two innings and one of those times was with three walks in a row. It still took two innings before he was replaced. We left at the top of the seventh when the score was 10 - 1. The only suspense was really whether the other team got on the score board and since they did, beating the traffic took priotity (Final score was 11-1, guess the new pitcher should have been the starter).
So, here I sit, the day after, ever so content. Still nicely relaxed, body a puddle of goo from being in the sun most of the day (I love that sun-warmed-muscle feeling). I'm a little sore from rock-climbing/bleacher-sitting/climbing the world's steepest hill to the car post-game, but it's the good kind of gently-used muscle ache. Just a good day.