Yes, I do realize this was 3 weeks ago but I'm going with the better late than never theory... don't ruin it for me.
After leaving erin's amazingly fantastic house (seriously, it's a historical treasure trove) we started on our way to St Louis. I'm sure erin was concerned how long it was going to take us since I had to make a potty stop before we even got on the highway... 4-ish miles from her house. And, yes, I did go before we left her house.
Anyway, Bert (the trip mascot lovingly knit by erin) had his first car ride in Engrid.
He seemed pleased propped up there with the Buddhas and made a fantastic car companion.
Although he was a little concerned at first....
Were we being stalked through the flatlands of Southern IL?
No, alas, it was erin. The downside of the trip was that we had to schlep into St. Louis separately to prevent me from having to drive 2 hours, one way, in the wrong direction on Sunday to take her home. Not a huge deal really but it would have made things a touch more easy if we were both in the same car when we did our creative tour of St. Louis ("Do you have any idea where we are?" "Nope, you?" "Nope, K call you back").
We did finally make it to our hotel... The Moonrise (check out erin's link... I'm no good with the linky stuff... be thankful I'm posting m'kay?)
After getting settled into our room we headed for the Cubs/ Cards game. As erin has mentioned I am a Cubs fan... She is a fan of anyone playing the Cubs. My favorite line from the night??? When the extremely packed Metro pulled up to take us to the game jam packed FULL of red shirts, erin says to me, "You're gonna get mugged" :) Thankfully the people of St Louis (and Cardinals Fans) not nearly as scary as I thought they were going to be. We made it to the game in one piece, albeit a little late. Eh, that's why baseball has at least 9 innings.
Now, I am not THAT into sports but I LOVE me some baseball. It is particularly interesting to note that for most of my life I have lived in states with no professional baseball programs (Indiana and Iowa). I can really get behind going to a baseball game and I can't thank erin enough for putting up with the Cubs with me (I think it helped they lost).
Bert enjoyed the game too.
erin and I both knit a titch at the game but no one thought to immortalize that on film, or you know digital stuff. Evidently the weekend before (or sometime earlier that week?) there was a StitchNPitch at Busch Stadium which, I think, softened the crowd to a coupla knitters in their midst. Hey, they made their peace with a Cubs fan... knitters were a piece of cake.
I would like it noted that the gentleman sitting next to me did tell me that I was the nicest Cubs fan he had ever met. What can I say? I live in Iowa... we're (mostly) nice folk.
I think being there with this one probably helped things too...