Birthday Week Begins

Not ones to be cowed by media hype over weather, or national security threats, John, Charlie, and I took to the road to celebrate C's and my impending birthday. Though roadblocks were thrown up -- bad traffic on 95 caused by a bad southbound accident involving a fertilizer truck near Massaponax; we didn't really get to RFK the most efficient way; we had to play a crap-shoot game to wait for seats to the sellout Nationals-Mets game to be "released" -- we had a swell time!

The game, a nice example of small ball, included a nifty double-play involving a throw out to home (guys, help me describe it right) and Nats pitcher Armas hitting safely to first (ah! the National League!). I made rather a mess of my scorecard, so here's MLB's box score. We had outstanding seats -- thanks John! -- on the 3rd base side, and were in place in time for the national anthem.

With 95 southbound still closed at 8 or so when we reached Quantico, we slipped over to Route 1. After three and a half hours, a startling number of Avril Lavigne songs, and only one bathroom break, we reached Mulberry Street, just as buckets of rain dumped down. I hope you guys had a nice swim to your cars, an uneventful drive home!