In April I got to see my first professional baseball game to celebrate Christopher’s dad’s birthday. We saw the Cleveland Indians play the Detroit Tigers. I don’t care how cheesy this sounds but every time I get to mark something off my bucket list it’s such a treat! Especially since I got to experience it with some of my favorite people. Here’s to many more birthdays for Christopher’s dad, Ken!
Before we went to the game Christopher’s parents told us about the West Side Market pictured below and asked us if we’d like to check it out. I was so glad we got the opportunity (thanks Clarissa and Ken!) to walk around because the market was stunning. I told Chris that I was jealous of people who lived within walking distance of this place on the weekend. I would do as much of my grocery shopping here as possible. This beats the supermarket any day! The only thing that surprised me was my aversion to the fresh meat vendors. There were goat heads for sale. GOAT. HEADS. I’m certainly not a vegetarian but that sight could turn me! Thankfully, they also had fresh macarons in flavors we had never tried before! Ever the resolute Southern girl, I soldiered on despite my weak stomach to get to the desserts. The number of macarons I ate is four while the number of regrets I have remains steadfast at zero.
The West Side Market was bustling and each new stall offered something different. Between the fresh meat, produce, and desserts you really can’t leave empty handed. If you’re secretly old like me then you’ll also enjoy it for the prime people watching. There were so many treasures to be found there. If you’re in the area you should go next weekend.
I think that foam fingers are one of the greatest inventions ever. I wish they were as widely accepted in every day life as they are in sporting events.
These two are definitely a couple to emulate. They are crazy about each other almost 3 decades into marriage! We can’t wait to celebrate their 30th anniversary!
I was happy that the Indians beat the Tigers and I even got to see a couple home runs! Christopher says I’m good luck at sporting events because every time he takes me along it’s a really good game and I get completely spoiled. This time was no different! If I truly am good luck though he’ll have to take me to a few UT football games this year. I think it’s safe to say we’ll need all the luck we can get!
Until next time,