After my lame Saturday, I had a fun couple of days, I guess.
On Sunday, we went out to Lancaster to tailgate at a polo game with some of my friends from college. Brandon invited us, he lives just down the road from the polo field and recently discovered it. It was lots of fun – we had a good crowd of friends, a bunch of food, a nice shady spot by a tree, and polo is actually a neat game to watch. Our team lost by two points, but it was actually the highest scoring (total) game of the season, so that was cool. And it was a beautiful day to be outside. I wonder how seriously the players really take the game, because there were a couple times when I guess someone wandered off between chukkers (periods of the game), and suddenly one team was short a player, so someone from the other team also had to sit out. Then the missing person would show up later. I don’t know if they’re drinking, or not paying attention, or what, but it was funny.
Polo action shot!
I have a ton more polo photos (and a funny, probably NSFW video of GG) on Flickr.
After the game, a bunch of us went back to Brandon’s house, where he said we’d have stromboli for dinner. I thought he was going to order it from a pizza place or something. We all sat around in the living room while he was doing something in the kitchen. Turned out, he made stromboli (and salad, and a delicious banana peanut butter trifle in a trifle dish!) and set the table and served us all a lovely dinner! He’s a good cook, I had no idea! So that was really really nice, and after that plus snacking all afternoon at the game, we went home stuffed!
Monday morning was my stress echocardiogram. I kind of knew what to expect but I guess I didn’t really know. For example, I didn’t know they would sand my chest with sandpaper before attaching all the little electrodes. I didn’t know the treadmill would get so steep so soon. And I didn’t know they had to press so hard to get an ultrasound of my heart! I also didn’t think I’d get so sweaty. Anyway, I guess there was nothing glaringly wrong that they saw right away, so now the results get sent to the cardiologist and I guess I’ll hear something soon. The only thing that the tech mentioned was that it was taking a little longer for my heart rate to return to normal, but that’s probably because I don’t jog.
Since I had the rest of the day off, I had made plans to get together with Jess. I ended up going out to lunch with her and the baby (he was really good, too, until we were almost ready to leave and he started fussing). GG thinks me spending all this time with them is going to make me want a baby, but seriously, it is just making me glad I don’t have one. I mean, it takes 10 minutes just to get everyone in and out of the car! I couldn’t live like that. After lunch, we went back to her place. Rob was off work too, because he stayed home to catch up on his schoolwork. Since he had finished for the day, he was hanging out with us. I guess we got started talking about how you should read to kids, and he was like, “That’s a good idea,” and read the baby the closest book he could find, which was something like So-and-so’s Big Day on the Farm. I helped Jess fold laundry. When Rob was done reading, he asked, “Are there any farms around here where you can go and get chocolate milk?” Chocolate milk?! Haha, not really in the immediate area, but there is the ice cream farm! And they have some animals you can look at. So we drove there, had some frozen treats, and looked at the animals. Rob brought the camcorder to record the baby’s Big Day on the Farm. I am pretty sure he didn’t care where the heck he was. Maybe they can try again when he’s a little older. However, we adults enjoyed looking at the goats, rabbits, and chickens.
We split up at the farm, since it’s closer to my place and I drove myself. After relaxing (finally!) at home and catching a little nap, I made grilled portobella and onion sandwiches for GG and I for dinner. The mushrooms and onions were from the farmers market this weekend, as were the pea sprouts I garnished with. I put them on fresh baked French bread, and topped with a little hot sauce (a sweet/mild one). They were really good, GG was complimenting me on them all night :o)