My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I survived a solid weekend of work, broken only by a brief jaunt to a white party in honor of the summer solstice, and went to my first baseball game ever yesterday.  Yes, despite living in Boston for three years, I never once saw a game in Fenway Park (please try to mask your shock and horror).  It was a firm summer outing, so we had one of those luxury boxes where you’re surrounded by large screen plasma tv’s and free food and alcohol.  For those of you who aren’t lawyers, summer events are always full of copious amounts of food and alcohol.  I think there may have been a baseball game going on below us, but I can’t vouch for this since I didn’t actually see any of it.

Also, in honor of my friend ML, I’m going to start a Word of the Week.  (Sidenote:  My college roommates and I used to do this.  — Please see above re. shock and horror.)  It’ll star slightly obscure words that I’ve come across at some point and liked enough to remember.  I’m not nearly as consistent as ML though and tend to lose interest in things quickly, so perhaps I should call it a Word of the Whenever I Feel Like It (better known by the easy to remember acronym, WOTWIFLI).  Anyways, this week’s WOTWIFLI is one of my favorites:  callipygian.