Last Sunday, I got to go to Baltimore to go to a baseball game. The Detroit Tigers vs. the Baltimore Orioles. "Eat 'em up Tigers! Eat 'em up!"
It was an absolutely goregous day. Not just "pretty as a picture" kind of gorgeous, but "If I catch a stray bullet, I might not even mind because I got to breath outside on this glorious day" kind of gorgeous. 80 degress. Sun shining. Light breeze.
Armed with only a vague understanding of the geography of downtown Baltimore, we decided to park the car in a seemingly inocuous spot.
At the bottom of this hill. Look at that, American flag billowing proudling over the land of the free. Smiling Sarah in the foreground. Clearly a good plan.
After a couple hours of meandering to Orioles Park by way of the wrong stadium
watching some baseball,
making funny faces,
playing with a puppy,
and watching a trapeze class,
we decided to go back to the car parked by the pretty hill.
What we found was not so pretty.
Yep, that's a square dent. Do you know what makes square dents like that? Flying bricks.
The party was less peppy after that, but we still had a good time.
C'est la vie.
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