Return to St. Louis

We made our first return trip to St. Louis since we left in October last weekend. We met the Twins and several other less famous Minnesotans, St. Louisians, Chicagoans, and Omahanians there. We packed a lot into a weekend and returned to many of our old haunts, including The Stable, which has some seriously good pizza and obscure beer, Rooster, which has some seriously good crepes, Busch stadium, which has a seriously good first baseman, Sage, which has good stuff in general, Square One Brewery and Distillery, enough said, and the Hennies' back yard, which has seriously good people.

The game itself was less than ideal. As another more famous St. Louisian once said "It's getting hot in herre," as in upper 90s hot. We were in the shade which made it bearable. Albert Pujols put on a show, pretty much single handedly beating the Twins. Our boys won the other two games of the series, which made it OK. Here's us trying not to melt.



In contrast, here's one of the last games we went to in Kansas City last April. It was below freezing. The picture is blurry because light travels differently through extremely cold air. Look it up. Anyways, neither temperature extreme is conducive to beer consumption.



We got a sweet deal on rooms at the Four Seasons, so we hung out a bit at the rooftop pool to cool down. Later, a thunderstorm rolled through and we watched lightning blaze across the sky over the arch. That was neat.

On the plane ride home we sat in front of a mom with two boys, aged approximately seven and ten. We overheard this conversation as the mom attempted to keep them busy with Mad Libs:

Mom: I need an adjective.
Younger Kid: What's an adjective again?
Mom: A describing word like silly or hairy.
Younger Kid: Toilety!

Two hours later, literally 50 feet off the ground and 500 yards from the runway, Older Kid barfed all over himself. Younger Kid: "Look mom, it's his nachos." It smelled very stomachy.