I had high expectations for my birthday week. It was going to be filled with sports (and
wins), fun with friends, the Nats, dinner, and birthday cake. Much of this… didn’t work out.
As we know, the UVA vs GW game didn’t so much go as expected. Wednesday, I wasn’t feeling well and stayed
home from work and slept in. When I got
up in the afternoon to run out and get some juice, my car wouldn’t start. One jump, trip to advanced auto, and $120
later, I had a new battery. Just what
every girl wants for her birthday!
I had plans to go to the Caps game on Thursday on a date,
and was teased with the idea that I might get to meet Karl Alzner. Amazing, right? After making these plans, I was offered tickets
(that included free beer!) to that very same game from a friend, which I turned
down, obviously, because I was already going to that game. The day of?
Everything fell through. No date. No Karl Alzner. No tickets with a friend that included free
beer. Whomp whomp.
Oh, and there was that whole being trapped in a bathroom thing.
My family plans for my birthday night fell through (more on
this later). So all I had left was my
Nats Park tour.
I scheduled this tour weeks ago, and I’ve been super excited
about it. What better way to spend my
birthday than at my favorite place??
Everyone at work was going on a cruise on the Potomac, so I scheduled to
work half a day, figuring I could get some paperwork done in the peace and
quiet, and, if needed, I could help put out any fires or deal with any
emergencies that arose (as they always tend to do on Fridays).
What actually happened this morning was nothing like I’d planned.
Thanks to… thorns in my side, my morning ended up being extremely
frazzled and frantic, and I scrambled to cram 7 hours worth of stuff into about
4 hours of time. My beyond wonderful
coworkers attempted to do several very sweet things for my birthday, but I
wasn’t around for any of it. I got a
text from one coworker with a picture of some donuts from Sugar Shack, saying
she had brought some goodies for my birthday, but I wasn’t there to enjoy them,
so a picture would have to do. She was
very kind and put a red velvet donut on my desk to make sure it was saved for
me. (Have you had a red velvet donut
from Sugar Shack?! Seriously…. It’s a
life changing experience. I’m not
joking. Life.Changing.) When I finally made it back to my desk for
about 25 minutes before having to run out the door to do something else, I
found the delicious donut on my desk, along with a cup of coffee another
coworker had brought in for me. Luckily,
it was still warm, and it was MUCH needed.
They’d also hung up several birthday signs around my cubicle. It’s great working with such wonderful people.
After finishing up the rest of what I needed to do, I
finally got to skip off to the ballpark (aka, one of my 3 happy places). My tour ended up being me and Lulu, and a dad
from out of town and his two kids. Damn
kids. Totally stole my birthday
thunder. Stupid kids ruin everything.
The tour was still interesting. We went into the club area, where I’ve been
many times, but they talked about several pictures on the wall that I
admittedly haven’t ever paid much attention to.
Interesting information. Perhaps
I should pay attention to more of the pictures in the future. We also went into the lexus presidents club
and into one of the suites. Obviously,
these are places I’ve never been, and will likely never be again. We also got to go into the media center,
which was kinda nifty. We sat for a few
minutes where press does during games, and I saw where the official scorer sits. Hello, dream job! Life goals – to one day sit in that seat and
officially score a game. (See also:
delusional thoughts of grandeur.) I
tried to convince the tour guide to take us up one additional level so we could
see where the tv broadcasters sit. I
even played the birthday card. No such
luck. BUT, we then got to do the
greatest thing of all. We went into the
Nats Clubhouse! I WAS STANDING WHERE
JAYSON GETS NAKED!! I may have sniffed
one of the chairs. We also got to walk
through the dugout and out to the bullpen.
All in all, a pretty good way to spend some time on my birthday.
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