Girlfriends, Food and oh yeah, an Astro's Game

Dena invited Lisa, Emily and me to an Astro's game last night. She scored some tickets from the law firm that does work for Mustang. Thank you law firm whose name I don't know. We had great seats on the first base side...18th row! We had some doubts we would make it to the Juice Box because the heavens were declaring the glory of God via rain, hail, lightning and thunder. No hordes of locust were sighted in the greater Houston area. Dena bravely drove through hail and high water...well, hail that had melted and high water. She and Emily have a usual parking spot, but because of the weather we opted for a lot closer in. Lisa coming from the Clear Lake area hit downtown nearly to the dot so we directed her to the parking spot. We walked the few blocks and got in, found our section and then Dena was quick to spot a short line for the dollar dogs. She has a gift for this and another talent is spotting Cracker Barrels on the Interstate. We got the dogs complete with fixins and headed to the 18th row where we were greeted by some hard looking, beer swizzling hippie women. You know the type, they give Birkenstock a bad name. The tough one said to Lisa, "do you have tickets for those seats?" Oh yeah, proof here in the hand hippie woman. She was not happy cause some of her ridden hard and put up wet hippie friends were going to seat hop and our presence squelched that plan, sorta. They climbed over us several times. Gee, if you are going to drink that much beer, seat hop some aisle seats. OK, I got off task there. So, back to the story. We hadn't even sat down and the 'stros were already down by a deuce. Emily came late because she had hand bell practice and they have a recital coming up this weekend. We were craving the dogs so we were rude and hadn't waited for Emily. So she and Lisa went back to the foodies and found some more dogs, popcorn, and peanuts. We did not eat Cracker Jack, but that is about the only food we did not touch there at the Box. We had heard about these wonderful cupcakes and so when I went back up for foodies, I dropped by the cup cake stand just to get the lay of the land. Y'all there were just a few cupcakes left and the baker had already left for the night. I ordered 4, ran over got a drink tray to carry them back. They really come on these little black plastic plates and food service either by cooking or carrying has never been my forte. Compound that with bad knees and sliding glasses. So I was careful to bring back that mother load of goodness and sweetness. These cupcakes are HUGE and even HUGER is the icing on top. Here is a picture of the Red Velvet Cupcake. You eat them with a fork they are so big. When my fell over to it's side, I yelled cupcake down. I highly encourage you to get one of these babies. You will not be disappointed. Lisa and I were talking today and realized we had not paid one bit of attention from about the 3rd inning till the 7th inning stretch. Oh my friends, we were in a food coma.

Can I tell you we laughed so hard both Lisa and Dena lost most of their makeup by the 4th inning. Sometimes it is hard to hear what someone is saying at ballgames because of all the crowd noise then compound that with someone trying to tell you why they are laughing so hard...most gets lost in the translation, but the laughing is so contagious. Our stomachs hurt and surely it was not from all the food. When we left after the sad loss of the Astros, we looked at the trash we had left behind. I could only think that the clean up crew that night thought four burly men must have been camped out in those seats.