A pint of Graeter's peach ice cream is the best way to start a day, especially when you're feeling a little puny after a wild night out on the town.
Who knew the Barry Larkin bobblehead night at Great American Ball Park would turn into such a ballyhoo? I won't go in to all the hysterics, but essentially the evening involved good friends, some beer and at least a couple criminal acts.
It's all good until somebody gets hurt or goes to jail, right?
Since eating my pint of ice cream for breakfast, I have managed to cram pad thai (my own recipe) and a barbecue sandwich into my belly. I feel kind of like I am on the road to Fat Bastard's waistline.
Tonight I am in for another baseball game. Who knows what I'll learn there tonight. There is a possibility that hot guy from Friday night will be at the game, so that would really be a home run.
Yeah, there's more that I could say about that situation right now, but for now I think I'll keep it close to my chest. Heh heh.