Six People in July.

With Sunday evening tickets to a Giants game, we made a weekend of it. Saturday we went to Half Moon Bay where we found the beach and later a mass. Sunday morning we explored the city a little bit and then got in line for the game. The line was a couple miles long because it was Buster Posey bobblehead day for the first 25,000 people. We ended up with six bobbleheads. A guy was trying to buy them off of us as soon as we walked in the gate but the genius in me turned him down, to Tony's dismay. The kids really wanted them and the excitement of the day and all. We carried those things around all afternoon, and they're not small!

Our seats were in the back country, pretty much as far back as it gets, uber upper deck. Section 335. We didn't care in the least, we were there. So our fun seat neighbors from San Diego took this one for the record. We had a blast.









We got hot chocolate from this funny vendor who had loads of style. The way he said "hot chaaaaaacalaaaaaaaate" was so memorable we were imitating him on the way home. On a whim I searched for him and found him on youtube the next day. I didn't think of taking his picture until he was kind of far away.



I even got all emotional near the end of the game when they blared When the lights go down in the city by Journey. And I'm not all that fond of the city. I was loudly proclaiming "my cit-aaaaay oh oh oh oh wo wo wo wo wo." So I'm officially a lunatic, but you can truly get away with that when your sharing space with 40 thousand strangers.

And while I'm on the subject of those 40 thousand strangers, I will tell you, with great pain, what happened when the game ended. Miss Eva was in a hurry apparently, because while we were accounting for all our Buster Posey's and packing up, she vanished. YES SHE VANISHED ALONG WITH THOSE 40 THOUSAND! We were in section 335! We could not find her among the fast moving masses of one way strangers. We panicked in a big way. Tony went one way, I went another and the other kids held on for their lives as I shouted her name over and over for what seemed like ten minutes but was actually about one. I called 911 and fighting tears and what felt like a baseball in my throat, I told the operator I LOST MY FIVE YEAR OLD AT AT&T PARK! SHE SAID WHAT SECTION? I SAID THE 330'S! I'M USING ALL CAPS SO I CAN CONVEY TO YOU HOW SCARY IT WAS! Just after I told the operator what section, I saw her, a few section entrances away, holding Emily's hand. Emily found her. The 911 operator told me to hold on to her tightly. Emily discovered her very near the place we lost her, "waiting for us." THANK. GOD.

Somehow we were able to compose ourselves and the relief pushed us out to the lower level and then back towards the field for the "kids run the bases" thing. We were the last ones in line and Wyatt and Eva ran without shoes because they had been wearing flip-flops. Emily didn't want to run but Tony talked her into it by telling her that next time she would be too old because of the age limit. She caved and I could tell by their huge grins that it was fun for all of them. That's Wyatt proudly in front of his three sisters.



The game? It was good, the Giants won. We had an awesome day. All except for the 911 part. My sweet crazy life.