The Sausage King of Chicago (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} banshee) wrote,@ 2008-06-19 21:21:00 |
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First off, thank you all so much for the happy well-wishes on my last post! Things got a bit busycrazy last week and then we went out of town for five days. Now we're back!
On Saturday we drove to New Jersey to visit with M's family. We had a low-key weekend, Father's Day, etc. Happy belated Father's Day to the dads who read this!
On Monday we drove to Philadelphia for a Red Sox/Phillies game. We had very little time before the game; only enough to jump on a $2 tourist trolley and take a spin around for 15 minutes before heading out to the ballpark. The game? Not so good. The rain held off, however, and two of the five seats we had were fantastic (the others were pretty good, too). We ate the worst burgers of our lives, got heckled by Phillies fans (who, as it turns out, are not so nice), then crashed at the hotel (where Owen decided to sleep between us perpendicularly; I got the sharp kicky ankles in the back all night).
Tuesday we woke up, checked out, grabbed lunch at Geno's, home of the World's Most Intolerant Cheesesteak (anti-immigrant propoganda lining the windows and honest-to-goodness freedom fries, seriously). Then it was sayonara, Philly, hello Six Flags Great Adventure.
I was never an amusement park person, but M's family was and had made the park a family destination for years. Owen was thrilled to whiz around in the kiddie rides and M rode two roller coasters. As a pregnant liability, I was only allowed to eat and play Skee-Ball. Even the most tepid of kiddie rides - five tethered rowboats that slowly rotated in five inches of water - was deemed too dangerous by park officials, and I was left ashore, lest the excitement trigger premature labor and/or lawsuits. The car ride through the parking lot was more harrowing.
The safari park was more my speed, and although they don't let the monkeys assault your vehicle any more (they're safely tucked behind an electrified fence), they didn't seem to have a problem with letting rhinoceroses roam free in packs. Incidentally? You know you've made a smart move in renting a car as giraffe drool runs freely down the passenger side window.
After a full day of amorous emus and $12 hamburgers, we headed back to the in-laws' until Wednesday afternoon, and here we are.
And there you have it.
On Saturday we drove to New Jersey to visit with M's family. We had a low-key weekend, Father's Day, etc. Happy belated Father's Day to the dads who read this!
On Monday we drove to Philadelphia for a Red Sox/Phillies game. We had very little time before the game; only enough to jump on a $2 tourist trolley and take a spin around for 15 minutes before heading out to the ballpark. The game? Not so good. The rain held off, however, and two of the five seats we had were fantastic (the others were pretty good, too). We ate the worst burgers of our lives, got heckled by Phillies fans (who, as it turns out, are not so nice), then crashed at the hotel (where Owen decided to sleep between us perpendicularly; I got the sharp kicky ankles in the back all night).
Tuesday we woke up, checked out, grabbed lunch at Geno's, home of the World's Most Intolerant Cheesesteak (anti-immigrant propoganda lining the windows and honest-to-goodness freedom fries, seriously). Then it was sayonara, Philly, hello Six Flags Great Adventure.
I was never an amusement park person, but M's family was and had made the park a family destination for years. Owen was thrilled to whiz around in the kiddie rides and M rode two roller coasters. As a pregnant liability, I was only allowed to eat and play Skee-Ball. Even the most tepid of kiddie rides - five tethered rowboats that slowly rotated in five inches of water - was deemed too dangerous by park officials, and I was left ashore, lest the excitement trigger premature labor and/or lawsuits. The car ride through the parking lot was more harrowing.
The safari park was more my speed, and although they don't let the monkeys assault your vehicle any more (they're safely tucked behind an electrified fence), they didn't seem to have a problem with letting rhinoceroses roam free in packs. Incidentally? You know you've made a smart move in renting a car as giraffe drool runs freely down the passenger side window.
After a full day of amorous emus and $12 hamburgers, we headed back to the in-laws' until Wednesday afternoon, and here we are.
And there you have it.
