I’m going to replace my typical three beautiful things list with a recap of what turned out to be a pretty busy weekend. Given that last week was, overall, fairly uneventful, my beautiful things (Post-marathon pancakes at Eastern Market! Free baseball tickets! Homespun yarn party!) were all from the weekend anyway.
I started out my Saturday a lot earlier than usual in order to go cheer on the National Marathon. (I woke up about the same time, actually, I just got moving a lot sooner — my Saturdays generally tend to involve very little activity before mid-day.) I met up with Julia and Michael around 8:30 and we wandered over to Lincoln Park to wait for our friend Phillip, who was running his first marathon, to run by, which he did around 9:15.
I didn’t get my camera up in to commemorate the moment until he was already past us, but here is his on his way toward the 15-mile mark. Phillip would be the one on the left with the gray and blue shirt, and the, um, fanny pack. He apparently wore his tourist costume for the race.
All the race-cheering made Julia, Michael, and me hungry, so we wandered over to Eastern Market and queued up for breakfast. The line seemed a lot longer than usual, given that it was so early, but we figured that we were clearly not the only ones who worked up an appetite watching other people run. I got (as always) blue-buck pancakes and bacon and it was (again, as always) incredibly tasty.
After picking up a few things on my way out of Eastern Market (coffee, fresh gnocci, tulips) I headed home for a fun afternoon of laundry and cleaning. I’ll skip the details; I think this is pretty self-explanatory.
Around 4:30 or so, Julia and I, with Megan replacing Michael, headed off to join other friends for a beer before heading down to the new Nationals Park for the exhibition game against the Orioles. I won’t say where we went because it was an easy and convenient walk to the stadium from there, so I hope this news will not get out and render it an uncomfortably crowded pre-game venue in the future.
Going to the new stadium for the first time was pretty cool; everything was still clean and pretty, and finding the field sunk below street level was an unexpected sight — I hadn’t previously realized that the park was set into a hill. I had a moment of being horribly choked up as I wandered in, knowing that, if things were different, I would have gone into the ballpark for the first time with my phone pressed to my ear, giving Dad my stream-of-consciousness review as I saw it for the first time. Sigh.
According to the reviews of the stadium I’ve read, there’s not a bad seat in the place when it comes to watching the game, and I can confirm that we could, indeed, see pretty well from section 419. We were disappointed, however, that a new building being built by the team’s owners completely blocked the view of the Capitol from our seats, which otherwise would have been an impressive view. The heavily-hyped hi-def jumbo-tron is as huge as expected, but unfortunately does not throw off much in the way of heat, so once the sun went down we froze our asses off, in spite of being well-layered.
Phew. This post is getting long, and I’m not even to Sunday yet. So, I’ll wrap up Saturday thusly: we we all happy for the win against the Orioles, even though it didn’t actually count.
Sunday started off with more cleaning — including about two hours of mopping the floors, which got me thinking that maybe I am at the point in my life where it is time to hire someone to come and do the cleaning tasks I hate: floors, windows, and the bathroom. I realize that there is no-one dirtying up my place but me (and the cats, who despite being small, are remarkably good at mess-creation) but I’m just tired of having to spend so much time keeping the place up. I know, it’s tough to be me.
I rewarded myself for the cleaning by joining sprite on a trek out to the ‘burbs — Takoma Park, to be specific — to go to something called the “Homespun Yarn Party” wherein local, independent yarn-makers sold us their wares for extraordinarily high prices. The yarn was exceptionally beautiful, so this did not seem like a problem. We had expected this to be a smallish event, but it was, in fact, jam-packed. I have to admit that I can’t see the appeal in dying and spinning wool at all but I am glad other people like to, because the results are just gorgeous.
We tore ourselves away from the yarn in time to make it to a pre-game cookout with members of our season ticket group, which was great fun. As sprite, Rudi, and our hosts headed off to the stadium, I meandered home to watch the game on tv. And all I can say is that Zimmerman’s walk-off homer in the bottom of the 9th, bringing the Nats the win, was just a perfect way to end a good weekend.