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Monday, May 30, 2005


A Little Sliver of Sunburn

Our plans to spend Memorial Day on the beach in Santa Cruz were thwarted by an unseasonably cool May. Instead we went out to Raley Field to watch a minor league baseball game (Phone exchange Anna: It will be fun. Anna's Mom: You're a Sports Whore). We used my press pass to park for free, so then we splurged for the nice tickets behind home plate close enough to be able argue balls and strikes and actually mean it. We sat in front of two obnoxious high schoolers who were convinced that with their "blazing speed" and "hella good hitting" they could most certainly outplay the members of the Sacramento River Cats and Salt Lake Stingers (Sac won 6-1).

I got a bitchin' farmer's tan and a very small sunburn, about the size of my palm, on my right knee. I still have no fucking clue how that happened. Anna reports that her right shoulder is a distinct mocha, her left more of a latte, her arms about a chai, and her legs are a vanilla-bean frappuccino. This post has been brought to you by Starbucks.

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