So, true story, I was in the process of writing out this whole long entry about beer and Arizona Ice Tea Bottles and how beer gardens remind me of Chicken Coops and then how we thought we were free and clear but this guy was like "hey ladies" and I was convinced we were going to get arrested but it turns out he just wanted us to take a picture of him and his son...
And then something about how Vee said it was a good thing I have Baby because nobody would ever suspect us...
And then something else about how it's not like I use and/or had Baby just so I could get away with stuff (so don't worry, overly conservative blog reading public, plus PS. I was designated driver/Mom that day) but that's just another benefit not a lot of people tell you about (other stuff I can get away with: taking drinks into stores/museums that specifically say you can't, because I have a big old stroller with a baby in it, are you gonna check it?! Are you gonna deny my baby sustinance!? Being late to anything and everything because Baby takes forever to get ready you see (or Mom had to try on six outfits). Still being able to go out shopping, to the beach, to the movies on a day I'm home sick from work: because it's baby that's sick, you see...)
And then there was something else about how we watched these fake wrestlers who said their show was aimed toward kids (and going to the schools and educating and telling kids to stay in school) and the kids just LOVED them, but I swear when purple speedo guy jumped up on the ropes and started twisting his hips around and around and around I flashed forward to those kids cheering long with their favorite stripper, dollar bill in hand (there seems to be a fine line between fake wrestling and strippers).
Yep, I was writing all of this out when Blogger decided to freak out and erase everything.
Serendipitous, perhaps. Any way you cut it, this is what it is now.
Balboa Park's St. Patty's Day Parade and Festival was fun.
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