SBL 2.0: Let's Go... Someone?

Dear readers, I've been taking a social media break. I even had Sarit change my Facebook password so I couldn't cheat. (Except Instagram, I guess, but that is not particularly time intensive.) It's been interesting to see how much time I waste on the internet. (A lot.) Also how much harder it is to waste time without Facebook. (Also a lot.) This is unlikely to be a permanent switch, but it's been an interesting experiment.

Citi Field, and some cool clouds...

 Anyway. Way back in the day (i.e. Memorial Day Weekend), we took on another Bucket List activity and took Simon to a Mets game. Simon, in an act of rebellion against his father, has openly declared his hatred for the Red Sox. I was very proud. (Sorry Bostonians.) However, since he is eight, he not yet mastered the idea of cheering for one team. Instead, he has created a hierarchy: 1. Dodgers, 2. Yankees, 3. Mets. This will become relevant in a minute.

Since the Dodgers are a West Coast team, they tend to only come to New York once a year. Simon really misses his (former hometown) team. That is how we found ourselves with an 8 year old, decked in Dodgers gear, for a game that began at 8:00 PM. Forget Simon's bedtime, that's late for me.

Yay Someone! It's much less stressful when your team isn't playing...

 Luckily, it was a beautiful evening, and I was wearing one of my favorite Stitch Fix shirts that I got during the blog hiatus. You can see it better in the picture above, but it combines some of my favorite things: stripes, lace, 3/4 sleeves, and softness. So I was dressed and ready to go.

We were sitting three rows from the back of the stadium behind home plate, because that is where the cheap tickets are. It's actually a great view from above, as you can see below, and it was a particularly beautiful sunset. The top deck in the back is also where the hardcore fans sit, as opposed to those who sit on the field level in their fancy pants, so I was a little worried about people yelling at Simon in his Dodgers gear, especially because the Mets and Dodgers have some serious bad blood after last year's National League Championship Series. Luckily, nobody said anything to him, despite booing lustily every time Chase Utley came to bat.

We ended up leaving in the eighth inning because it was almost 11:00, and because I have horrible memories of getting stuck in a traffic jam trying to get out of Citi Field, and thus being stuck in the parking lot for an hour. Simon was so tired that he started say, "I don't care who wins. I just want it to be over." The Dodgers had been winning 2-0 for most of the game. As we turned on the radio in the car, the Mets tied it up, but ultimately, the Dodgers prevailed in the 9th, 4-2, just as it started to pour. Simon was a happy camper.

Help! How does one take a selfie???

And then, despite the late hour, we got up and ran a 5K the next morning in 1,000,000% humidity. More on that soon...

What I'm wearing: 41Hawthorn shirt via Stitch Fix, Gap cropped khakis (similar here)