Never mind that the Padres happen to suck big fat hairy dookie balls whenever we show up.
The baseball is really quite beside the point.We love the tailgate and we love the Westy and we love the sunshine and we love Petco Park and we really love the giveaways.
|This day's swag was the sporty wristbands that my girl is modeling on her ankles. What? Have you met my girl?|
Jennie is adorable and Jennie is game. When you ask Jennie to stand with the grouchy soldiers, who in their defense were probably mad because their free seats were even worse than ours, she hops right over and gives you a grin as wide as the day is long.
And if you ask Jennie whether or not she'd like to fondle Jerry Coleman, she says: "You know, I think I would."
|And then she does|
|Who wouldn't? Have a little snack, Jerry.|
|not our seats|
|Sometimes they ran down to the beach to not get wet|
|Jennie and Beth felt like they'd known each other for years. You've gotta love that ol' blog magic.|
|"Would you like a MARGARITA??!!!?? YAAAAAAY!"|
|"Yeah, I've got water. You suck. Whatever."|
Our photo love-fest kept getting interrupted by the shouts of rescue personnel yelling: "GIRLS!" Turns out they weren't calling to us for attention and/or assistance, but reminding our littles to get the hell out of their way.
|We couldn't beat them|
|So we joined them*.|
|In addition to being designated photographer, my grumpy boy was the designated claw machine champion, thrilling the girls left and right.|
I can really only think of one thing that would have made this time together any better:
Safe travels home, Jennie! See you next month!