Sorry I'm late.
I meant to acknowledge opening day for the San Francisco Giants last week, because if I were still living out there, that would have been a huge deal for me. At least work-wise. To be honest, I really don't care about baseball. Are they doing well? I think they are. Even when I worked right there, literally next to the stadium, I was only vaguely aware of the team. The only reason I'm even aware that opening day was last Friday is because I have a 2010 Giants schedule on my refrigerator. Why, you ask? Because someone sent me one in the mail. Fucker.
I did think about my friends at the ballpark last week, and I missed them. I was busy working an opening day of a different kind last Friday. It was the first day of French Quarter fest, really a warm-up for the upcoming Jazz Fest season. Greedy, insatiable, howling, thankless crowds for hours on end...
Actually, maybe it wasn't really all that different from opening day at the ballpark.
Hope I can get out to San Francisco sometime. Looking forward to checking out the view from one of these bar stools next time I'm in town.