Jeff, Jeremy, and I all graduated from P-town High back in the day and anytime we get together we kind of regress to our sixteen year old selves . . . except there's the added bonus of adult beverages! I'm not sure how our wives put up with us when we're altogether.
The weekend started out on a great foot as we had breakfast at The Donut Kitchen. Gormet donuts? Chorizo sliders? Yes, please!
Afterwards we made the trip to Houston. Jeff and I both needed to cross Minute Maid Park off of our lists. Now I only need seven more ballparks. (FWIW, I think Jeff needs less than that.)
|Jeff, P-town Tom, Jeremy|
More people from Chicago! We bumped into the Blue Brothers on the concourse:
And we met Craig Biggio and the Astros' mascot, Orbit . . . kind of:
game was moving right along until the players remembered it was an American League game and that they are supposed to be loooooooong. So the last three innings saw nine of the game's thirteen runs score, a replay challenge, and the benches clear. Never you mind all of the pitching changes!
The next morning we drove the four hours back to McKinney and for dinner that night we had some of that famous Texas barbecue.
On Monday Jeremy and I said our goodbyes and we made that long journey back to the midwest. It was a great, but brief trip. Thanks for putting up with the three of us, Nichole!