Dad and I went to Great American Ballpark to see Bronson Arroyo loose his eighth game this season. Bummer. We sat behind home plate, in the top row of the upper deck. While most of the fans were wilting in the 90+ degree heat, we enjoyed the game in the shade and with a very nice breeze blowing in from behind us. A Sherpa would have helped when it was time for lunch.
Later, we met a very interesting waitress at J. Alexanders where we ate some very good food, followed by a 10 minute drive to the Starbucks, which was about 100 yards from the restaurant for coffee, and I hit the road from home.
Perrin leaves for Pony Club upper-level camp at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning, but I'm still a bit too caffeinated to go to sleep. I'll regret this at 5AM when the alarm goes off.
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