On Friday night, T and I attended a wedding of some people I don't know - a friend of a friend of T's. Their wedding was at a church, and sharing a parking lot with the church were a couple of little league baseball fields. The wedding ended and we still had 45 minutes before the reception hall opened, so T and I did what good, red-blooded Americans should do: we got some nachos and hot dogs.
Hopscotch in the parking lot
Aside from our attire, we fit right in with the baseball crowd.
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