Take Me Out to the Ball Game

This Saturday I went to my first Angels game in quite a while (at least one where I wasn't hosting a group of clients in a suite).  It was a lovely day - not too hot up in the stands, and the clouds seem to clear over the stadium just for us.  Any weekend where I get to guzzle down beer and eat pistachios in good company is a winner for me, there something I really enjoy about being in a baseball stadiums.  A nice bonus: Billy Currington played out on the field afterwards, which was the cherry on top.  It was actually my third concert in less than a week - I really need to make an effort to go to more shows, it makes me happier than anything - live music feeds my soul.

Dapper Day

Yesterday, a few of us headed to Disney's California Adventure to celebrate Prestyn's birthday. I made a reservation at the Carthay Circle restaurant (it's nearly impossible to get in unless you've made a reservation a few days in advance), and decided to do it up. The Disney parks were unofficially hosting "Dapper Day" at this time - meaning the majority of people in the park were wearing formal clothes, often from another era entirely. While that sounds like fun, our motley crew considers "dapper" being showered and anything more than that is just too much work. I haven't laughed that hard in ages (my stomach was hurting that evening) and I'm so glad we were able to get together, it felt like it had been such a long time!

p.s. if you like yourself at all, order the fried biscuits if you head to Carthay Circle (two orders, just in case)

Note: I haven't edited any of these photos because for the most part the light was just fantastic

a sparkling mare

Dustin's indecisive face

my delicious Manhattan

"I look great, I don't know what you're talking about" - Becca

Prestyn + Pimm's Punch

the light of my dreams

instagramming (duh)

Cheers!

yes, we go to fancy places and order burgers, as you do

my cavatelli pasta + braised lamb (yum!)

we love each other a lot, clearly

the opposite of dapper (L to R - Prestyn, Dustin, & me)

the lobby of the Hollywood Tower Hotel

entry to Alice's Mad "T" Party

Carsland in the distance

when we laugh, we laugh hard (in line for California Screamin')

ended the night with ice cream from Clarabelle's

A Love Letter to the Happiest Place on Earth

This isn't going to come out right, as I have a way of mucking up my words, but posts about Disneyland are sort of my love letters to it.  A way I can memorialize all that it stands for me: friendship, solace, and magic.  It's a familiar place, one that I feel comfortable in (a rarity for my awkward, anxious self) and one where I can take a break from reality and enjoy myself.  I've spent time there bonding with my little brother, rare afternoons where my father took time away from work to be with me, laughed with my friends until my stomach hurt, and stolen kisses in the darkness of rides.  This place will always remain special to me, and I hope that I can one day share it with my own child.  Now let's get on with this entirely-too-long post, shall we?














































































  Bonus! Two awesome GIFs! \